It's a heat wave

Its a million degrees here and all I can say is thank goodness for air conditioning. However, there are many times when its necessary to go outside and at those moments, I am cursing the world. I despise being hot...it makes me cranky and miserable. Add 2 kids who got up at 6:15 this morning - already overtired and cranky before the day started - and its not a good recipe.

Big A had her last day of camp today so Little A and I ran some errands. We went to Trader Joe's where they have cute little kid-size shopping carts. What a great idea and it wasn't crowded so I let Little A push one - all great until she rammed it into the back of my foot. I had to hold back tears and the rest of the trip, I was practically jumping out of the way to avoid further damage.

We then went home to drop off the groceries and she asked for a bowl of (organic, air-popped) popcorn. Feeling like a great mother, I dished her out some...which promptly landed all over the floor. "Little A, why did you do that?" I asked. She looked at me and said "You're welcome." Seriously. "No no, its not a good thing," I said but she kept it up "You're welcome" she repeated...until I finally said okay thanks and cleaned it up.

Next came an oil change where we got to sit in a tiny room waiting for our car. She started singing and I could tell the volume was only going to get louder. I shushed her and the man at the desk asked me if I had any other kids. Yes, a 4 year old. "Ah, they're still young," he says to me. "Mine are 11 and 14 and you'll learn that that's nothing. They only get worse." Um...okay. Point being what? You want me to let my kid scream since it will get worse in a few years?

We headed out to pick up Big A at camp and the whining continued especially with this being our 4th or 5th trip in and out of the car and heat. When we got home, I practically threw Little A into her crib for a nap and told Big A she had to watch Barney AND Clifford in my room. I thought it was best if we all got a little space. Now that I've cooled off, I just realized I forgot to feed Little A lunch...again. Oops. Oh well, at least its quiet.

The shopping cart terror