Discombobulated

is the word that most accurately describes my week, I think. Yesterday I was very discombobulated, as were my children.

Yesterday morning I thought I had a Dr.'s appointment. I got there and I was told that it was next week, but I SWEAR the person on the phone who scheduled my appointment said it was yesterday. "I bet my life on it." Prince Humperdink.

Then my children were slightly difficult for my friend who was watching my kids for my "Dr.'s Appointment." (Actually we almost every other Tuesday, but I scheduled it so I would be alone while at the Dr.) Anyways, Hayden is now a partner in crime with his little friend and helped throw wet sand all over friend's window, along with playing in the wet sand box when he was specifically told not to and Jackson spent half an hour crying in the bathroom and wouldn't let friend help him get his wet clothes off.

Meanwhile, since I didn't have a Dr.'s appointment and I still had time before I had to pick up the kids, I went to Kohls to get bedding for Jackson and Hayden's new bunk beds. While checking out I had 4 items. Two comforter sets, and pair of bermudas (for me) and a tie (for Jackson). As the checker girl was scanning a comforter set she looks at me and says, "Are these for you?" I looked at her funny and tried to figure out why she would ask me that questions because, 1. No, technically, I am not buying a comforter with basketballs, soccer balls, and basketballs for myself, and 2. Well, I am buying everything so I guess technically it is for me. So I simply said, "What?"

She says,"The shorts."

"Yes." I say, while still looking at her like she's an idiot.

"Oh," she says. There was a pause and then she said, "Did you try them on?"

DID I WHAT?! "Yes." I say, "I did. . . and they fit." You'll will be proud of me for not saying the rest of my thought train which consisted of "Are you really implying what I think you are implying you stupid idiotic thoughtless cow! (And that's the edited version.)

"Oh," she says again. "Just making sure."

"JUST MAKING SURE" I wanted to say in a high pitched mocking voice, but I didn't. I calmly said, "Ya, I always try stuff on because you never know." And then in my mind I added, "Because you'll never know that I am cursing you to blow up like a fat cow after you have children, or better yet, before you skinny little size 2 ____ (fill in the blank.) AND you better believe I'm complaining to your manager until your fired. Seriously.

Then I added, with a look of death, "You BETTER give me 30 % off."

And she did! HAHAHA.

So then I took my awesome shorts, that FIT, and went and picked up my disobedient children. Jackson went to preschool, Hayden didn't take a nap and learned how to climb out of his crib, and by dinner time I was done. I ordered take out (for the second day in a row) and I ordered a "corn dog chicken meal" Instead of a corn dog kids meal. And when the lady asked if I needed silverware I over emphatically answered, "YES!" because I knew there weren't any silverware left in my drawer. So by the end of the day, Jackson looked like this:

After 3 outfits during the day, he ended up wearing camo shorts that were way too small, a striped polo, and red flip flops. You can't really see the Kool Aid mustache on his face, but it's there. And so we all laid down on with the new comforters and watched the finale of Dancing With the Stars. (Yeah Shawn!)

Today has been a little better. We're still totally out of whack for some reason. Hayden just took a four hour nap. I just barely woke him up. It is now 7:00 PM.

Discombobulated