An Argh Kinda Day

I am having such an argh kinda day. I woke up when the alarm went off and already the house was a million degrees. I have fans running in every room and it does hardly any good. Then, the boys were fighting because Roger took the last clean shirt from the basket. You have got to be kidding me. So, I pulled open their drawer...and the drawer front came off one side. Great.

Then, it was off to pick up food from our local Angel Food place. Did the pick up just fine. Went to place the order for next month and they don't take foodstamps. Yes, for those that don't know. I was forced to go on food stamps after the divorce so that I could keep going to school. Anyway, they're supposed to take them but my site isn't set up for them. Peachy. So now I have to find out who is and place my order there.

Got back here. It took me 3 trips on a badly hurting foot to get the boxes of food inside. Then, the boys started trying to kill each other. I mean WWIII in here. Ben feels the need to boss Roger around and to hit him when he won't listen. Roger feels the need to beat on his brother and to just be stubborn.

Did I mention it's not even noon? A million sticky degrees in here? Oh..and it's Day 1 of my period so I'm not at peak shape?