It's all good.

You know when you have to run to the store with the kids to get dinner, and you're already annoyed because 1. neither one took a nap today, and 2. your 3-1/2 year old who has not had an accident in 6 months pooped in his underwear before lunch and then again in his pull-up during his non-existent nap, not to mention the 2 year old for some reason has been pooping 3 times a day for the last forever, and then you go to the store and it's really crowded so there aren't any two-kid carts, which means the 3-1/2 year old has to walk along side you, which really means he runs all over the store pulling shit from the shelves and running into people and NOT LISTENING TO YOU, and when you finally get all the things you need and get in line the person in front of you (elderly, but not old) decides to write a check instead of using her check card and of course she doesn't even bother to get the checkbook out until all of her groceries are rung up and while she is ever-so-fucking-slowly writing out the numbers both kids are pulling the Slim Jims out of the container and whacking each other over the head and also begging for some Altoids and look mom there is a Nemo balloon and I must have a Nemo balloon, and you think you might actually, physically "blow your top" if you don't get out of the line and as you are watching the elderly, but not old, biddy in front of you slowly rip the check out of her book and hand it over to the check-out lady and then root around in her wallet for her id, you imagine for a minute what it would be like to reach over and grab the ball point pen from her hand and shove it deep into your own eye socket in the hopes that you will 1. pass out from the pain. or 2. die right there on the spot?

Do you know?

And then as you are walking out to the car you see a small, blonde, twenty-something breeze over to her convertible with her grocery bag of Honey Nut Cheerios and beer which causes you to actually tear up as you scream at the 3-1/2 year old to HOLD ONTO THE CART WE ARE IN A PARKING LOT AND IF YOU DON'T WATCH OUT A CAR WILL HIT YOU because once upon a time you were that girl and now you feel more sorry for yourself than usual (and this is saying a lot, actually).

But then once you finally get all the damn groceries in the sweltering car and both kids strapped into the carseats and the windows down and the AC on to give you a break from the heat, then the Curious George cd comes on (again), but by some miracle the kids are now quiet in the back and the cd is actually kind of soothing and so by the time you get home you are feeling so much better that when you pull into the driveway and turn off the car and then turn around to look at the hellions who have conspired to put you out of your ever-loving mind all day, all you can see is their blue blue eyes and their sweet sweet smiles, and so instead of marching them immediately to their room so you can have some peace you say, "Hey, beautiful children. I love you".



And they both say, in unison: "I love you too, Mommy."