Thank God for Bedtime!!!

I feel like a zombie right now. My eyelids are heavy and I think I am numb to the world.
It all started with this bright idea I had to take the kids minature golfing this afternoon. Actually, it was Grant's idea. He found a golfball outside in our yard today and it sparked his desire to go golfing. I thought it sounded like a fun thing to do, so him and I left the house at 3 to pick Brooklyn up from school and then we headed off to the mini-golf place 30 minutes away. As soon as we got started, I could see Brooklyn was going to need an "attitude adjustment". She hit the ball about 10 times and still hadn't knocked it into the hole and on her last swing, she hit the ball right into a nearby bush. I started giggling and instead of laughing with me...she THREW her golf club onto the green, did a big, loud GRRRRHHHH!!! noise and then stomped off. It pretty much continued that way through the whole 18 holes. If she did good, I would give her a woohoo! and she'd be all smiles. But if Grant did good and I gave him a compliment...she'd make some rude comment like "He doesn't even know what he's doing" or "He can't even do it right" or whatever. I eventually had a talk with her and got the attitude adjusted. Then we headed off to Pizza Hut to use 2 of her Book-It awards and get the kids each a free personal pan pizza. I ordered myself a supreme personal pan pizza with a salad bar. I ate 2 plates of salad with fat-free ranch dressing and 3 peices of my personal pan pizza so I hope I didn't do too bad. (there)
Anyhow, after that, we went to Braums to share a brownie fudge sundae!!! AUGH! (somebody slap my hand wouldja?) Actually, I pretty much let the kids have the whole thing with the execption of the nuts they put on top because neither of them like nuts and I LOVE nuts. After that we ran by our neighborhood Wal-Mart to get them a movie from RedBox with my free code and then get a few groceries. This is where all H-E-double-hockey-sticks broke loose! It was like all of a sudden, the kids had flipped on their naughty switch! It was going to be a quick trip...like 5 simple food items is all I needed. How hard could that be? Oh boy did I UNDERESTIMATE that! From the minute we walked in they were running around, giggling and being loud and running into people and completely ignoring me. On top of it all...it was about 5:30 pm and the place was packed with women in their heels and skirts and men in suits all probably on their way home from nice, quiet, adult-filled jobs. Instead of getting a SINGLE look of sympathy, I felt like EVERY single one of them was looking at me with pure disgust in their eyes. As if I WANTED my kids to be acting that way!!??!! And don't think I was just ingoring them. I was passing out threats left and right and even a few tight-squeezes to the shoulder to let them know I meant business. Still...I felt like my eyes were crossing and I couldn't even think or see straight. I put Grant in the seat of the cart right away but he would NOT quit kicking me (hard!) while I pushed it and if I got close enough, he would reach up and grab my necklace and yank as hard as he could! I honestly thought I was going to start crying. My face was red, I was sweating bullets and the check-out lines were a minimum of 5 people with Full baskets long. We finally made it out to the car where I practically screamed at them that I would NEVER! EVER! EVER! take them out for a fun afternoon again since this is how they chose to thank me.
I know that wasn't the right thing to say...so please don't tell me that. I know what I "should have done" is stopped my shopping and taken them to the bathroom and wooped their little hiney's...but I didn't. I guess some could/would say it's my fault since I didn't do anything about it. Whatever...all I know is that right now all I can do is THANK GOD that it's almost bedtime and I can have some ME time. I don't want to hear any more fighting and back-talking and smart-mouthing and name-calling.
I seriously wonder sometimes how God decided I was worthy of this job.....