Why I Drink

I pick up Demi from school and she greets me with her attitude. Lovely!
She asks for a tuna and I tell her no. She doesn't need to eat tuna when dinner is 2 hours away. She throws her tantrum in the van for a good 10 minutes about how hungry she is! Boo-hoo cry me a river.

I take a peek in her lunchbox and notice that the chips, fruit cup and juice box is gone and her sandwich is untouched. I tell her this is why you are not getting tuna and why you are hungry, you didn't eat your lunch. You ate the junk. More tantrum throwing time.

Then I tell her she has a book report to do. Granted I tell her everyday that she needs to read this book, she chooses to not read and acts all surprise when I tell her it is due tomorrow. She pitches a fit over that. She has had this book for 2 weeks, I don't feel for her.

Now it is 5pm and we drop off my van and then all of us run to the store to get pop. I am stocking up on wine coolers-I am going to need them me thinks. Jason decides to take the scenic route home and the kids are in the back screaming we are hungry. Fun! Put on ipod and turn up Lady GaGa. Demi then complains she can hear my music. GRRRR....

Get home and ask everyone what the want for dinner and I get 3 collective 'I don't know' and I answer this is why I am drinking. They finally decide on cheeseburgrs and fries. Then I make it. Jacob decides he is not going to eat. I am at my whatever fuck it point and chug down my wine cooler.

That is my night. Can I get a do over afternoon?