Just Another Day at My House

9:00 a.m. N comes in and wakes me up. We've all overslept. Sunday School starts at 9:30 so we won't make that but we can still make church at 10:45.
10:00 a.m. We're dressed for church, and an argument ensues over what to have for breakfast. We don't have time for this. We decide to stop for doughnuts to eat on the way to church.
10:10 a.m. I say that I think we should take W's car to church because my car was having problems yesterday. W says he thinks it will be okay to take my car. I don't want to but agree just to keep the peace.
10:15 a.m. We've stopped at the grocery for doughnuts. They don't have what N wants, a chocolate frosted with sprinkles, and we've gone less than a mile and the temperature guage on my car is rising faster than I'm comfortable with. We skip breakfast and return home.
10:30 a.m. W and N insist we should go ahead and go to church. I tell them to go ahead and go. I don't feel like it. W refuses to go without me. I refuse to go. W is angry I won't go. I'm angry he won't go without me. N is sitting playing his gameboy trying to ignore the argument, but the look on his face tells me he is doing anything but ignoring it.
10:40 a.m. I can't stand it. I go to my bedroom, lay down on the bed and read a magazine.
11:00 a.m. N comes into my bedroom. He has changed to play clothes, and asks if he can go to a friend's house down the street. I say to ask his dad, and he says that W told him to ask me. I tell him it's okay to go, but to be back at noon for lunch.
11:30 a.m. Somewhere around here I fall asleep on my bed and take a nap.
1:25 p.m. N comes in and wakes me up. He wants to know if we're going to have lunch. I tell him yes and that we had planned on going to a restaurant so we could buy a gift card there for a Christmas present while we're there. N asks where W is, and I tell him I don't know. He goes and looks and tells me W is in the basement office. I get up and fix my hair, and the three of us go to lunch.

We do not have two adults and a child living in this house. We are three children, all having our own tantrums. We are a mess. We are in need of someone to grow up and take charge and make the changes that are necessary. And yet, all I really want to do is go back to bed and take another nap. . .