I wish my boss would cancel our weekly meeting. It's now, and she's in there with the door shut, so probably too busy to meet, right?? (I don't have anything to report...)

I'm pretty much in the same boat, ita. I picked up a few apps that sounded nifty for wardrobe management (which is mostly what I want, but that does include new clothing acquisition), but seem to require a lot more dedication or time or effort than I am willing to put in.

But the upcoming 3-day weekend (Monday is an unpaid day off for me, yay?) will be all about wardrobe management, so maybe I will figure one or more of those apps out.

ETA: I have interacted with a few people in the office now and no one has screamed or tried to rip their eyeballs out, so I think the print mixing is a success.

Ugh. Getting kids out the door and to the bus was a struggle. I mean, it's often a struggle but today it was a bigger struggle than usual. I'm done. AND DH & I are both supposed to go up there in a couple hours for a special 2nd grade event. You'd think the boy would be nice on a special day, right? YOu'd be wrong. Urgh!

I'm tired of parenting toddlers. Not sure what I've done wrong, but they refuse to act their ages and I'm no longer responsive in any kind of effective way to daily temper tantrums.

I have a call in 20 minutes to talk to someone about how much my manager sucks. (The guy is talking to the whole team one-on-one.) Even though I am leaving in August, it's still kind of weird and stressful.

May I suggest squirtguns? Hey, they work for misbehaving cats...

I think with kids a squirtgun would exacerbate the situation, but thanks for the suggestion, Matt. t insert emoticon here

I once dumped a bucket of water over Dylan's head because he was misbehaving in the bath. It didn't exactly help, but it sure felt good.

A co-worker once came in, years ago, looking completely wrecked after the worst morning ever -- her second-grader, stripped down to underwear, socks and a tank top, pitched an epic tantrum over every single item of clothing she had on offer, and finally, with the clock ticking, co-worker just said, "And we're done here," slapped a pair of shoes on the kid and dumped some clothes in a paper bag, and dragged her off to the bus stop just as she was.

She said it was the longest, sobbingest bus ride in human history. But she also admitted, later, that at least that particular tantrum never, ever happened again.

I remember a few times telling my kids that I was putting myself on timeout just so I could go in the other room and calm the heck down.