Kids. Kids will be kids, and I shouldn't be cranky about it.
I don't sweat the small stuff, like a spilt glass of whatever. Okay, maybe I complain a little as I clean it up, but overall, my motto is "it's washable" or "it's old, that's ok."
However, if Audrey lets loose with another screech or crying fit just because she has to wait; if Ryan gives me any more crap when it comes to school; if Nolan or Ben look at me sideways with that "yes-sss" hiss that preteens do; if I hear "honey, I need you to do me a favor" followed by a request that requires a lot of time; I'm gonna snap. (I'm sympathetic to all their situations, really, I am. It's just been a long day of jumping through the Mommy hoops.)
I'm gonna go through with my threat to get into the van and just keep on driving.
I'll call them when I can see sand and water.
Great. I just realized I forgot to go pick up my tire.