Aaarrrggghhhh!!!! (Major whine)

Let's see, today.... my six year old smeared poop and two cups of cereal on the kitchen floor. My eight year old broke his scooter throwing it into the middle of the street. The eleven year old has been doing his comedy routines, and I'm just not in the mood to be amused. Hubby (on his third week out of town) made a large charge to our debit card without checking balances, causing everything to go negative, which I did not catch until too late to make a transfer and have it post. (I made the transfer anyway -- do they give credit for good intentions?) The house is a mess. I called around for moral support (or at least to talk to an adult) this afternoon and all I could get were answering machines. I have a headache. I yelled at the kids, and subsequently felt like a heel. I need a stiff drink or maybe just to go to bed. I hesitate to say "tomorrow will be better" (I'm not at all sure they will), and I'm scared to say "Things can't get much worse" (that's inviting lightning to strike). Bleagh.

Scrub a dub dub.....

After talking to Hubby, went through panic attack regarding possible credit card fraud. Talked with him -- again -- things might not be as bad as I thought. Then handscrubbed entire kitchen floor. (Okay, its only 3 feet by eight feet, so it's not *that* big.) I feel like I *finally* got something accomplished today. My house may be a complete mess, but you could eat off my kitchen floor -- at least until tomorrow morning when the kids get up. This is an extremely rare occurrence : >