My day did not start off good at all. Lauren argued with me over what outfit to wear (she's 5, what the crap?) and then on the way out the door, she argued about what shoes to wear. I tell her to wear a certain pair and, of course, she doesn't want to wear them and just sits on the porch. I tell her we are going to be late for school, she doesn't care. She finally gets up and comes to the car. Upon getting in the car, one her of her flip flops falls off. I tell her to get it and get in. She gets it, tries to get back in and it falls off again. I get out and get it and tell her to get her seatbelt on. She sits on the third row seat. Jackson sits on the second. When we arrive at school, Lauren climbs over to the second row and knocks over Jackson's Dr. Pepper that was in the cup holder and it spills on him. He starts bellering like someone has killed him and will not get out of the car. I have to drag him out and I tell him to have a good day. He then snarls and says that it is NOT going to be a good day! Wow, okay. I then go to the Donut Palace to get breakfast. While in line waiting, I put my makeup on. I poke my eye with the mascara wand and mascara goes all on the spot under my eye and makes me look like I have been crying for days. I get that cleaned up. I'm thinking to myself...it's going to get better! I get to work and get out of the car and drop my purse. As I lean down to pick it up, the large sonic cup I was holding gets smushed and dr. pepper runs down into my shirt, into my bra. I know have a sticky chest area to go along with my black eye! Things seem to calm down after this for the most part. I get home and Jackson has a note in his backpack from the principal. He and another boy got into trouble and will miss their recess tomorrow because they hit each other. Ugh! The one boy had his hand in Jackson's face, telling him to quit talking to him so Jackson slaps his hand down and tells him to get it out of his face. The boy then hits Jackson in his stomach and Jackson hits the boy in his back. Geez! On top of that, he brought home 2 strikes for playing and talking in class. Boy, I sure hope tomorrow is better!