What's for dinner?

I'm sick of obsessing over being a housewife. That's it. Just plain sick of it. I guess I do a pretty crappy job of it, because my house is NEVER clean. And I always forget about making dinner til the last minute. My laundry is never 100% done. There are always dishes in my sink. That's the frustrating part - it NEVER ENDS. Ever. If I had a 9-5 job, there would be a beginning and an end.
When you're a housewife, your job starts at 3 in the morning when your little one wakes up puking (and of course, you're the one who has to get up with him, because your husband has to get up for WORK in the morning, which you know NOTHING about.) Then you lay down on the couch with your child, hoping he'll go back to sleep, and wake up just in time to jump in the shower and take your other child to school.
Take one child to school, then the other one is off to the doctor. While you sit at the doctor with "sick child", he starts to throw up. So you quickly run with him to the bathroom. While you're in the bathroom, the nurse comes out to the waiting room and calls you, and you miss your appointment, because you're in the bathroom. So you now have to wait another hour and a half or so (with a sick, whiny child who smells like vomit) for the next appointment, but you think, "At least they HAD another appointment", because part of being a mom is trying to stay positive. You get the doctor over with, then you realize you have no food in the house and you have to go to the store. Yay! Fun!
You get to the store, and your child, (who started feeling better about 2 minutes before you saw the doctor, so now you feel like a total jackass for taking him in, and think the doctor must think you're a total hypochondriac about your son's health) has a huge tantrum because they don't have the special shopping carts with the trucks attached to them that he likes. So, you bribe him with (insert bribe, Ex: goldfish, candy, fruit snacks, chocolate), and you start shopping. Your mind is in 72 different places, so by the time you get to the checkout line, you realize none of the foods in your cart even resemble any complete meals, but it's too late now, because the lady is already scanning them, and there are 3 people behind you in line. Plus, by this point, your sick child is screaming because he's tired and wants to get out of the cart.
So, you get home, get the food put away, put sick child down for a nap, and fall asleep in the bed with them. You wake up just in time to pick up your older child from school. By this time, sick child is now fine, and both children bounce off the walls because they said "Mom can we have marshmallows for a snack?" And you, in your tiredness, say, "OK, sure, that's fine", without even listening to what they asked for. You finish up the chores you should have been doing when you collapsed into bed with sick child this morning, then it's about that time, and husband comes home and asks, "What's for dinner?"
Now, to a non housewife, they would skim over this story and say, "So what? You took a kid to the doctor and the grocery store, then came home and took a nap? What's so hard about that?" But to a housewife, they see all the emotions attached to this day; guilt, sadness, self-doubt, frustration, helplessness......you name it.
So the whole point of this post is that I am sick of obsessing over being the "perfect everything". I just can't do it! I'm happy with who I am and the way my house looks, I don't have mold growing or bugs crawling everywhere, and my kids are happy and healthy. I wish I could say I don't care what other people think about my life, but I do. I'm trying REALLY hard not to, though. I hate it when people think housewives don't do anything. It's harder using your head than your body.

Worm Juice

What a day. So far, I have managed to:
1) fend off a psycho squirrel that kept climbing up the window screen and trying to eat/terrify the cat and dog
2) clean up the psycho squirrel's poop that he left for me (isn't he nice??)
3) lock myself, and Ayden, out of the house while cleaning up the poop from the aforementioned squirrel
4) successfully break into my house
and 5) play with worms...for a VERY long time.
Why play with worms you ask? That's a great question! Didn't you know I have boys?! I wish I knew the real answer....but it was actually pretty fun. I was picking up some of the kids' toys outside, and under one of those big bouncy jumping balls I found a whole family of worms, 4 of them. So Ayden and I decided to sit there and watch them. I remember playing with worms when I was little (by the way - it was WAAAy funner back then!), and thought Ayden would like it too. First we picked them up, then we rolled them around. I got some "worm juice" on my hand, so I told Ayden we had to go wash our hands. Then he said, "No mom, I like worm juice! I'm going to drink worm juice lot of lot of times!" (Which in Ayden language means he's going to drink lots of worm juice.)
Another accomplishment this week....cinnamon raisin bagels!

Yummy yummy. They look kind of funky, but they are very good. I got the recipe from Allrecipes. It uses a bread machine, which makes the dough much easier, but I'm sure you could do it if you didn't have a bread machine.
And, my new obsession:

These things are *HEAVENLY*. I went to this big discount store called Ollie's last week, and Ayden and I were browsing around, and we stumbled upon the treat aisle (and by stumbled I mean made a beeline for, lol) and found all these treats, repackaged by a company called "Angel Treats". These were one of them. They also had Hershey's Kisses, Skittles, and every other kind of candy you could imagine. The great thing was, the bag was probably 3 or 4 pounds, and it was only $1.99! What I'd like to know is why I have never seen these Hershey's sticks in a store, because I would have started inhaling them MUCH sooner! Oh, well.

Ways to Piss Off Your Cashier:

Since I've started working at Wal-mart, I've come up with a wonderful list of joyous things that various people do while checking out at Wal-mart that make me want to WRING THEIR NECK. Here they are.

1) Talking on your cell phone while the cashier is ringing up your stuff.This is my number one pet peeve. It is SO RUDE! If I'm here to do you a service by ringing up your stuff, at least have the courtesy to get off your damn phone.

2) Sort of like # 1, bluetooths. I can't STAND bluetooths. Every night, I'll start talking to someone, they'll start talking, and then they'll say, oh, I wasn't talking to you. Plus, WAKE UP! You look like an idiot walking around a store talking to yourself!

3) People who buy soda, cupcakes, candy, chips, pies, etc, and then use their EBT card. Now, at holiday times, ok, maybe, but every day? Come on! This is what's wrong with the system! Why is that ok to buy on the government's money (AKA my money!)? Now don't get me wrong, I have no judgement against people who use EBT cards. I think if you really need some help to feed your kids or feed yourself cause you can't make enough money at your job, or got fired, or whatever, that's fine. I see lots of people come through who buy cereal, yogurt, bread, milk, eggs, lunchmeat, and that's great. They're using the money the right way. Some might say, who are you to say how they use their money? Well, sorry, but if my husband is in the military and we have 2 kids and we don't qualify for EBT, then how can they??

4) Piling stuff up in a box, basket, etc, and then not getting it out when you get to the register. That's always bugged me.

5) And now, the BIGGEST pet peeve (besides the cell phone): handing me wrinkled, wadded up money. Now, I don't expect everyone to have all their money facing the right way, or be totally crease free, but....just look at a register drawer. Does it look like wadded up money will fit in there the right way? Why should I have to unfold your damn money?! Grrr.....

Alright, that's my list for now. I'm sure there will be more as I remember it throughout the day.