Today has been a long day

Never in my thirty-two years have I wanted to pull out my hair quite as violently as today.
My children are driving me to the brink of insanity.
I actually think my youngest may be possessed.
It has been established that I have the stamina to last approximately six weeks of solid, semi-patient child rearing before I crack.
The last time my energy completely petered out, I was rescued by my in-laws, who generously took the kids for 10 days over spring break.
It has been about a month and a half since that recovery period and I have once again reached near-madness.
This single parenting thing bites the big one.
Ezra literally sat at the dinner table softly sobbing for a full 75 minutes over being forced to eat mozzarella ravioli in creamy tomato sauce with broccoli for supper.
It was excruciating.
Dinner is my least favorite part of the day.
In fact, by the end of the meal most nights my family is weeping.
I am actually standing over them a majority of the time wrestling baked macaroni and cheese, tacos, or grilled burgers into their mouths.
It is so rewarding to spend the time and energy to produce a variety of healthy, home-cooked meals.
Ryan was the only one that didn't put up a fight this evening.
So, like the mature adult I am, I snatched Micah's unfinished plate and threw everything down the garbage disposal, put him to bed immediately, scolded Ezra for being as slow as a snail (to which he started crying harder for having been compared to a snail), and then huffed around, cursing under my breath, flinging things into the dishwasher.
Bedtime could not come fast enough.
I am so cranky and plan to curl up with my daily bowl of ice cream, watch Giada De Laurentiis, and paint my nails the sparkliest gold God ever created.
I will be back tomorrow with a much better feeling about my children.
Perhaps.

p.s. Micah just woke up crying hysterically.
So scratch that last part.
My life in fun.