Right now I am too busy controlling my impulse to scream like a petulant toddler that I've spent 4 hours and 20 minutes driving teenager #1 to various locations today: Dr.'s appointment to school for workout to home to check on teenager #2 so he doesn't feel neglected back to school to get #1 from workout to practice and finally back to home do to what I want to do. Of course I'm too tired to do what I want to do and wind up playing far too much Candy Crush in order to have some sense of accomplishment today.
But, oops, I'm not done. People still need to be fed. And teenager #2 needs me to partition my macbook so he can play some computer game which is only available on Windows. And they both need haircuts. And I need to fill out this form "for this thing that has to be in tomorrow because I forgot it in the bottom of my backpack." And where are the F-ing stamps for that check to the tutor which is weeks late because I keep forgetting to buy stamps. And how come we're already out of juice and cereal when I just bought them yesterday? What? Because that's all teenager #2 ate because I was so busy driving teenager #1 around that I didn't make and serve breakfast, lunch and dinner in a timely fashion.
And: "Mom I have no clean socks."
And: "Mom the bracket on my braces just fell off."
And: "Mom what's this green thing on my toe?"
And: "Mom should I be a Mage or a wizard?'
And: "Mom can you drive me to my friend's house which is 45 minutes away? And by the way I have to be picked up at 8 am for a practice which means I'll be in a terrible mood all day tomorrow and will make you suffer for it."
And: "Honey I know you shouldn't, but have you seen this tiny slip of paper with vital work information on it that I left somewhere in the house and of course it's not your fault, but subliminally it really is your fault if I can't find it because the house is such a god awful mess."