Never doubt the Mama (What I meant to say...) and a give away!

Background: 7:30 AM Tuesday, major chaos has broken out in Crazyville, the natives have become rowdy. The dynamic duo are running a muck, baby girl is carrying a chair around the the kitchen island singing Twinkle Twinkle and not eating her breakfast. I order the oldest to go put on his shoes and his shirt. On his way to put on his shoes, he decides to slam the bathroom door, the same door his brother's finger in in, not only does he slam the door, he pushes it to make sure it closes. Chaos ensues, 2 crying boy's 1 baby girl directing me (N crying, B crying, N crying B crying). I have no idea what a broken thumb looks like but  I am pretty sure I am about to find out.

Of course my hubby has already left for work and is not answering his cell phone......

Fast forward to our doctors appointment. We end up at a satellite clinic because the main office is booked until 11AM. We get into the clinic and it smells. Smells like a bad perm smells. The front office chicks are on the phone with the fire dept. They call us back and lead up directly to the smell, put us in a room that STINKS! There was no what I meant to say here because I said it....."Really, your going to put my son in a room that is filled with the smell you are calling the fire dept about", the nurse looks at me and say's "would you like to go to another room" UH yes dumb ass (OK that I didn't say that  but I meant to).

When the PA finally decides to see us and examines my son for all of 3 minutes, she informs me that it is not broken. I grumble at my son who begged me to go to the Dr because it hurt soooooo bad. She then looks at me and say's "Welcome to parenting, some day's are like that" then the devil in a lab coat looks at my son and say's "you tell mommy she should be happy we don't have to introduce her to the hand surgeon because that would be no fun for anyone" 
I smile and lead my son out of that toxic pit of a clinic.

What I meant to say to that condensing bi**h was. "Screw you lady, I freaking know parenting is like that some day's but that doesn't mean I can't be annoyed at my kid for whining about his hand (that he then decides does not hurt once he sits on your magic table) and dragging me to see your useless ass at your nasty stink clinic where I had to drop $25 bucks that I was going to use to buy a new hoodie at that Gap.

AND if you have something to say to me then say it, don't speak to my child in some condensing Mary F'ing Sunshine voice to impart some pearl's of wisdom to me like I'm not in the room. I'm in the damm room woman say it to my face.

I should have sent his behind to school like I had planned and told him to call me if his hand fell off. My own fault, you should never doubt the mama.

I have my first give away! A beautiful pair of earrings made by the talented Leslie at Daydream and Mudpies  you can view all of her beautiful goodies at www.daydreamsandmudpies.com

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2. Post about the giveaway on your blog or on twitter with a link back to me (shameless self promotion)
3. leave a comment on this post about the most outrageous thing your kids have done this week to make you crazy

I will pick a winner next week and post it on my blog with a link to their blog (if you are cool like that)

Good Luck!