Broken Record

The best thing for me to do when I get overtired is to just go to bed. Otherwise, I get cranky over the littlest thing and then feel guilty about it later. Tonight we were straightening up the house for the night (I know, I know, it sounds like cleaning is all I do) and my kids kept ignoring or forgetting what I was asking them to do. Frustrated, I reminded them once more and then said under my breath, "I'm tired of sounding like a broken record." It took me a second to realize my kids have no idea what a record is, much less a broken one. And that just made me crankier! I'm going to bed. . .

By the way the reason for my crankiness. . .
1. Jason had to work today and wouldn't be home until 10 pm.
2. I stayed up too late playing games with friends last night.
3. I didn't get a nap.
4. It hurts to walk. My knees are killing me. I don't know if its from running or lunges or both.
5. I felt a little too ambitious and took all 5 kids to the grocery store.
6. At the store I had to get 2 carts because Eric's car seat left little room for food.
7. Jenna kept trying to climb out of the cart.
8. Throughout the store I listened to complaints that whoever was pushing the other cart kept running into the back of them or over their toes.
9. Tired of reminding them over and over that the grocery store was not their own personal playground. See, they made up a new game that you can only hop on the black squares and not the white.
10. I hate unloading and putting groceries away. I was already wiped out just shopping for the stuff.

You get the idea.