X-AHH-STED

That says Exhausted, in case you weren't sure. And that's what I am. The past two days:

three-mile walk to Starbucks and back.
Kids to open gym at GymQuest.
Mall.
Ice cream and pretzel treats.
Lunch out with six kids, where I spent the better part of the outting in the bathroom with kids who had to poop or pee.
Attempt at bowling - too long of a wait.
Kids yelling, crying, being ungrateful B-tards because we couldn't go bowling and would go see a movie instead.
Nobody wanted to see Nanny McPhee again.
A trip to the Discovery Museum in which every single solitary mom and their non-Florida-vacationing Spring Break kids also had the same exact stupid idea.
A trip to Cold Stone Creamery.
Back home.

And now someone is crying about something but I've turned off my sensory buttons so I can't really hear anything anyone is saying.

Now she's yelling, "TURN ON, TURN ON, TURN ON!" and I'm like, "WHO ARE YOU YELLING AT?" and she says, "THE TV: IT WON'T TURN ON!"

Get off your ASS and push a button!

This, Day Two of The Spring Break From Hell.

Tune in tomorrow, for Scenes from the Zoo, where I will definitely start the trip out by swallowing two Xanax. (Just kidding, don't want to make any readers mad. I will really start the day with my usual grandenonfatsugarfreevanillalattenowhip, and then, after the caffeine buzz wears off, well, then I'll take the Xanax.)