You're NOT Helping.

The girls and I went to the store yesterday. Usually, being in public settles them both down as they people watch and check everything out. Apparently yesterday was opposite day. As I'm trying to quickly get everything on my list the baby is screaming, Gracie's not happy either. I can handle my kids screaming. Even in public, I can keep my cool with them. They are little, they don't know better and that is their primary way of communicating their feelings to me. By the time I left, however I was c.r.a.b.b.y. Not at my kids, at all the people that felt the need to STOP me in the aisle to tell me "Oh, he's not happy!" or "Someone's hungry!" I got really sick of saying "She's fine, she just has gas." Seriously people, you don't need to try my patience, my kids are already doing a fine job of that.