The children have dubbed this drive mom up a wall day!

I've decided that children pick at least one day a week to aggravate
their mothers. That is unless they're raised by single fathers, then
it's daddys turn. I'm even convinced that they get together and come up
with a plan of who is going to do what when. They don't come fussing or
complaining all at once, they take turns. He touched me, she hit me,
mom they're in my room! Etc. I wouldn't trade them for the world, but
one of these days I'd like my own spa day. When I try to hide in my
room they always follow. So a trip to the spa sounds like a good
birthday present. Maybe then the wall won't be so bad.

I've just now realized..

That today was Monday. Duh. I don't know what clock my head has been
going by. Yesterday was a long day spent in Vanceboro, then Saturday
was spent in town shopping for clothes for the rugrats. I kept seeing
previews for the Vh1 shows that air Monday night and going huh? Then
when I saw the preview for real chance at love I had my duh moment. Now
I can only hope this doesn't make my week twice as long.