A day in the life

So here is a look at the end of my day, or start. The kids get home from school. Instant DRAMA (I know you can't believe it). Harley doesn't want to go to soccer, she has too much homework, a headache and I lost track. Noah plops down to veg out with a TV show (I think Ben 10). The kids stuff their faces with who knows what (that is why I have a snack drawer so I don't have to worry about it). Harley does some home work and is ready for a break. The fight for the computer begins, only Harley doesn't really want to play she just wants to fight. Noah would rather play DS or WII, but is grounded and play game to help him learn his multiplication. Then it is time for soccer (4:30-6:30). Harley get ready and wants to ride her bike. I say no (too much drama), she says her scooter then, yes I can deal. Scott get home as we are about to leave, so I ask Noah if he wants to stay. Sure. So I whisper to Har she can take her bike (soon you will see why). Noah hears Scott talk about it and now he's in for going with us, stink. We get ready and Noah sees his helmet is in his closet, yells at me for putting it there (I didn't). Harley can't find her helmet and Scott had put it in her closet also, he hate looking for them. We get heading out, late I might add. Noah immediately starts freaking out cuz Harley takes off, but she is good to wait before crossing the street. He can't handle it and is swerving all over the side walk and heads for the street. Finally he calms down cuz Har is waiting for us to cross the street. She takes off and is heading to practice. Another freak out, she might die!! The ask if they can ride in the street next to the side walk. Yes, if they stay close to the sidewalk. Noah begins to swerve into the road, now this would not be a problem if it were a quite street, but it is not. It is busy and pretty much everyone flies down the street. Finally we make it.

Time to head home, sorry long winded and badly written. I carry the bike up the stairs. Harley melts down because I took Noah's first and NEVER do anything first for her. I tell her to get there first next time then. We start heading home and Har take off. Noah can't function, he is steering the bike off the curb and almost runs me over. I stand back and let him fall. Then I tell him to worry about himself and he'll be better off (no dice). He finally gets going and takes off, mad at me and an emotional wreck. They cross the main intersection on and are 1/2 a block from the house. Apparently that gives them free rain to swerve all over the road (The worst place to do it with all the speeding cars). Luckily a car was watching them and went slow till they pulled their heads out off their butts. I am yelling like a manic and people are looking at me like I am crazy (which I already know I am). They get home and I have the 1/2 a block to cool down before talking with them. Or do I? I am about 2 houses away and her a blood curdling scream. Noah is flipping out and yelling some incomprehensible thing at Harley. I think he must be hurt, but then again it is Noah we are talking about, but maybe his finger got caught in a chain or a spoke, but then again it is Noah. I get there and he is lock out of the back yard. I loose it. I don't care what the neighbors think, I lay into the kids, spank them and send them inside. Then I rant and rave at them for a few minutes. Finally we all calm down and we have a good discussion. Scott on the other hand is praying to get a call to have to go into work. And there is a look into the craziness of me.