To Drink or Not to Drink

   There are reasons I don't drink, one is that my mother and my husbands mother were both alcoholics and if you've ever known one it's enough to stop you from ever wanting to consume alcohol.  Another reason is that it just doesn't make me feel good.  It's not the giggling that comes over me that bothers me, but the horrible heart burn, sigh we can't all have good constitutions.  The last reason I don't really drink is because I'm afraid that if I started I wouldn't want to stop because some days are really bad and why temp my self with it.  That being said, I do drink occasionally.  I'm not a totally sober person, but if you'll notice rarely do I go over my 1 margarita limit.  Also, my comments about my children leading me to drink or me needing a drink don't ever pan out, they are just comments.  Today would have been a drinking day if I was a drinker. 
   It started out with my period starting, but not until I had done all the morning stuff and had to run back upstairs.  Why couldn't  it have started before I went down stairs so I was prepared?  As I'm trying to deal with myself Kolin comes in trying once again to be attached to my leg (obviously not convenient), Cayden comes running into the bathroom playing chase, quickly followed by Camden and Kellen.  HELLO A LITTLE PRIVACY PLEASE!  After screaming at the little munchkins to get the hell out I quickly ran down stairs and off to school we went. 
  After unloading Cayden and Kellen at school Kolin and Camden and I were on our way to Walmart.  I absolutely hate Walmart with all of my heart.  If I could never go to Walmart again it would be too soon, but I also refuse to spend money on food that I could get half the price at Walmart, so once a week I torture myself with that horrible store.  My little guy Cam was a precious gem there, and since he turned 3 those are few and far between.  Kolin on the other hand has become a demon child and though he is cute and that saves him on more than one occasion, today he was at his limit.  For every thing that I put in my cart he either chewed it or threw it out of the cart or both.  That child had a death wish!  After the torture session that I call Walmart and now the joys of going with my 16 month old we hurried on back home to unload and get Kol down for a nap before we had to be at the preschool for the annual Halloween parade.  Have I mentioned that there are two times of the year that drive me crazy...Halloween and Mother's Day.  Why?  Because it seems like an endless amount of time running around to every one's classroom with no rest for mommy and lots of stress coordinating kids.  Anyways, back to my day... car unloaded, Kol screaming, but eventually taking a 30 min nap, dishes done, laundry done, beds made, towels folded and we're off to the parade. 
   Corralling Cam and Kol is not easy, but with a little help from my umbrella stroller it was done.  It starts and there is Kellen in his cute Superman costume strutting his stuff for the crowd.  After multiple circuits so that everyone could get all angles of pictures it's race to the front of the school so we can get in line for a cookie before it gets too long.  Everyone grabs a cookie and we're on our way to pick up Cayden,  crap I'm out of gas, quick detour and back in time to wait 20 minutes for Cayden to get out of school. 
  Ah rest time.  This is my time.  My kids go to their room and rest, play, read, watch a movie...I don't care, just be quite so Kolin can sleep and let mommy get what mommy needs to get done.  I swept and mopped the floor and finally got something to eat.  I read for about 30 minutes and was finally in a good place after the crazy, stressful, hectic day.  I made the decision that I really needed my car washed and even though I just did not want to do it (like when you're sick and don't want to get out of bed but a shower will make you feel better) I took the boys to the Express car wash.  I must admit I do feel better getting my car washed, even if it was just the outside. We did a quick detour to Bath and Body Works without a fight to get some soap for my kitchen and because my boys were soooo good for that hour we got pizza for dinner.  And then it went down hill again. 
    Rush to eat, rush to get ready for soccer, why must I ask you to put your uniform on 5 times?  Rush to get everyone loaded in the car with bottles of water and everyone having gone to the bathroom.  Rush to get across town so I can get there early enough not to have to park too far away.  Everyone out with 15 min to spare.  Oh shit, I forgot half of the juices for soccer snack, gggrrrrr.  Haul chair, snack, baby, water and 3 big boys across the gigantic field to wait.  This was when I needed that margarita.  This is why I don't drink because that margarita would have made me a sloppy crying drunk rather than a happy giggling one because my day was shitty with a little bit of calm happiness on the side.  I don't do well with soccer on Thursday nights and I'm saying it right now, it's never happening again.  I can do practice, but you will never see a Phillips at a Thursday night soccer game because it's too late, dinner time, bath time, long day crap and I'm NOT doing it again.  Cheers.