Time to vent

This is to vent. I'm just going to warn you. If you don't want to read a lot of frustrated chatter, then just come back when I have a new post.
GRRRRR! What a frustrating day. It started out rough because I had a bad night's sleep. Benson is going through some kind of needy thing and I am sure I was better at not giving in with the other two. How does that work? Anyway, I spent most of the night in Benson's room and the rest of it on the couch. Why? Because while I was in Benson's room, McKay took over my entire side of the bed. I was too tired to think rationally, and I didn't want him to wake up and cry because I moved him. So... I slept on the couch. Needless to say, I was tired.
This morning while getting breakfast for my kids, I kept smelling something stinky... Josh had started doing dishes last night, but just left them in the soapy water. I thought that is what it was, but nope... the smell wasn't coming from that. Even though it was gross water and I was annoyed. Then I found a bowl of salad left out and thought that was it. Nope. I threw it away and the smell wasn't from the trash either. I hate the mystery stink!
I started going about my morning, getting things picked up. I started a load of laundry and ran out of laundy soap (dang, a must-go-to-Wal-Mart item). The kids were playing in the back yard, coming in and out, which I totally didn't care, at the time. But, I went into Benson's room to make his bed and pick up a little. I came back in the kitchen to find Benson digging in the trash. Yep, licking the disgusting ranch off the salad I had thrown away.
No worries, in the meantime, the other two had managed to gather up the empty laundry soap box and took it to the faucett in the front yard. They filled it with water and proceeded to clean their bikes, the leaves, the brick, the grass... anything they could basically splash the soapy water on... they were "cleaning."
The day went on and I had them all lay down for naps because I was so tired. Everyone did sleep, but little boys are masters at taking the opportunity to do whatever they want when they realize mom is still sleeping.
One of them dumped a whole bunch of stuff in the recycle bin on the computer and then managed to do a hard shut-down. One got into my stuff for work. One dumped out all the diapers and DVDs in Benson's room so that it was just right for Benson to open and slobber on every single DVD. Two of them figured out how to climb our six-foot vinyl fence to climb into our neighbor's apple tree and pick apples. Fine, eat the apples, but not the wormy disgusting ones. (Yeah, whatever. This to the boy that eats grasshoppers). Not only that... how the heck do they climb that fence? (Remember, I was really tired... I usually only doze if I nap with the boys... um, today, I was out.)
When I woke up to the craziness, I knew it was my own fault, but I was still mad. Then, I knew I had to go to Wal-Mart. I put it off and put it off, but it was just after five, and I need a few things for the dinner I was making. Why? Why? Why? Why didn't I just do something else?
Wal-Mart. Game plan: groceries, diapers, laundry soap, get out. The boys: "We want a corn dog, let's look at the toys, I am a jet, I am a superhero, why do we have to eat dinner, why doesn't Benson just wear underwear so we don't have to buy diapers, when is dad coming home, can we go to grammys, etc. etc. etc. Me: No, we are eating dinner at home, no, we are only getting a few things and going home, don't run around that, don't jump up like that, superheros are good in the store, jets don 't go to the store, Benson is too little, blaa, blaa, blaa.
So, finally I think I have everything. Stand in line. Wait. Wait. Wait. I am getting madder and madder. I am thinking why do the stupid marketing people have to be so selfish. Candy doesn't belong at the checkout... niether does the Hulk movie, why do they have to put those stupid cheap toys at the perfect place for kids? Finally, it's my turn at the checkout and the boys are running around the cart chasing eachother while I am trying to pay. I am doing my best to not sound like a crazy maniac but let the boys know I am not happy with their behavior. I have a young checker who just stacks everything on top of eachother and then just stands there. Doesn't help me load the things into the cart, and then starts checking out the next customer and filling more sacks while I am trying to get the rest of mine in the cart. I am not talking about just one bag. I had to look through the bags to figure out which were mine. So, we start to leave Wal-Mart, and of course... I forgot the laundry soap. GRRRRRR! I HATE WALMART. It's like a necessary evil. I can't afford to buy things like toiletries and laundry soap at Smiths. It's too expensive. I have to go there (Wal-Mart) for diapers, shampoo, laundry soap, etc. There are too many people, not enough employees, and the ones they have are often rude. They are also out of things a lot too. I have to wait to get the stuff on my list, and plan on another trip to the dreaded store with my three little boys who get bored out of their minds at the store.
Anyway, I think I feel better getting it out. I was just so annoyed. I hate being on edge like I was today. It just seems like more craziness happens. It makes me feel so bad for getting after the boys, but they just keep getting into stuff. Oh well. Tomorrow's another day.