My Life Kind Of Sucks Sometimes

There are times that I feel like a pretty good mom, on top of my kids and able to get the job done. Not the best mom, but not the worst by a pretty long shot. Today was simply not one of those days.

We spent a few hours at a race track today. It was a company "picnic" and supposed to be a fun event for all of the techs and their families. It seemed to be, from where I was sitting, in the parking lot where Fraulien Greta was ensconced, containing my recalcitrant children.

Other children of a similar age were playing in the allotted area, having fun, notably not wreaking havoc. Other mothers were calm and collected, supervising their children with low stress and appeared to even be having something that looked like fun. I was not.

I was hot and frazzled and my children were possessed. They lay in the dirt and hollered and tried repeatedly to run into the road. Did I mention we were in a parking lot? At a race track? Yes. Missy Hoohaw was stubborn and difficult and wanted to drive one of the full-size, go-kart looking race cars on the track. This wasn't a Malibu Grand Prix-type track, it was an actual track with cars for rent. She was vocal in her displeasure and insistent that she wanted to drive a race car. Big Red simply wanted to lay in the dirt and run into the road. It was awesome.

So tonight, I am hungover from the sun and heat, feeling like the worst mother ever. My children are ill-mannered and badly behaved, I am a shrew who is anti-social and sulky, and my husband is being pitied for his dreadful family. Best Day Ever!