Every Monday Shelle at Blokthoughts has a Don't You Hate It When . . . contest.
The following story actually happened to me last week. Martha can verify. I'm sure she heard the whole thing.
Don't you hate it when you're just about to send your twins off to school, but then you check their backpack and find a folded up math worksheet and you say, I thought you didn't have homework? and they say, We don't, that's just a game, so you make them sit down and do it, but their whimpering and whining about being late for school makes you grab the closest half empty/half full glass of Ovaltine and firmly slam it down onto the table as you shout You should have done this game yesterday! but as soon as the cup hits the table the laws of physics kick in and the Ovaltine sails through the air, splattering across your face, your hair and your favorite white t-shirt, but you didn't think of that because you failed physics in college so you just keep staring your twins right in the face and scolding them as if there isn't Ovaltine dripping from your face and hair because they need to know homework is NOT a game, it's SERIOUS business, but then you have Ovaltine caked in your hair all morning because why bother showering since you're going to the pool after lunch anyway . . . but then you can't stop smelling chocolate or craving Hostess Ding Dongs or wondering if it really was just a game . . .
I hate it when that happens too.