It seemed like a good idea at the time. My son had apparently grown an entire foot since last winter, and I didn't have any warm pants he could wear, so I thought I would take all the kids to Zellers to buy pants. I usually try to avoid taking even one child shopping, let alone three, so I'm not sure exactly what I was thinking but let's say I was extremely optimistic.
It started out well. When I picked them up at school, they wanted to have friends over, so I said enthusiastically that we couldn't do that because we had to go shopping! Surprisingly, they didn't pick up on my happiness. They became very upset and complained loudly about it. So we were off to a good start.
We got into the van. My one son began going on and on about how the last thing in the world he wanted to do right then was go to Zellers. I tried to lighten the mood by talking about my oldest son's birthday. That backfired, as my daughter began crying because it wasn't HER birthday. You can't anticipate these things.
I noticed I was clenching both my jaw and both hands on the steering wheel. I said, "Can everyone just stop being so cranky?"
My son yelled, in the most irritable voice ever, "I am NOOOOTTTTTTT cranky!!!"
There was a startled pause, and then we all began laughing hysterically.
I felt much less cranky after that.