This was seriously my day at work yesterday:

 go to work. It was fucking gorgeous outside, and at Shane's daycare center, they were giving the kid's Rita's Italian Ice for snack, as horrible as it sounds, I tried to get them out before they saw the cart (I really didn't want a red, sticky mess in my car) but they got their Rita's. They both wanted red. Fine. So I watched each kid eat it on the way to my car. Aidan ate about 3/4 of his cup and Shane ate little to nothing. So I took it for them and told them I would give it back when we got back to their house. Aidan immediately started whining when I said we were playing outside. And then started crying when I gave him his ice back. He started saying how it wasn't his and that he wanted to throw it in the garbage. Ugh. Little piece of shit. So he threw it in the garbage, but Shane had to go in the house to eat his, since he was getting followed around by bees. We went inside, and Aidan threw a fit when I said we were going out. Shane ate literally 2 bites of his ice, then threw it right in the can. Damnit. So Aidan immediately grabbed his stomach and said, "Oooh! My stomach hurts! It hurts sooo bad! I can't go outside!" So I told him there was no way he was sick, and that if he really is sick, he's not watching TV. He gave me his nasty ass little look, then asked what he should do. I told him he could either lay on the couch or lay in bed. He gave me that shitty look again then went up to bed. I told Shane we couldn't go outside now, and he went immediately into tantrum-holy crap it sounded like he was being murdered-mode. Aidan came downstairs less than 5 minutes later bored saying he wanted to color. So I said for him to come outside and color. He got all whiny, and I told him he didn't have to run around, he can just hang out and color in the shade. So I brought out the paper and markers and we all sat in the shade and colored. No big deal. All of a sudden, Aidan announces he has to go to the bathroom- good sign- but he's not running into the house, he's walking, double over, crying. This kid was in no way faking it. So I gathered up the markers and told Shane to go out on the porch (it's a screened in porch connected to the house), so he did, grumbling and whining about it. I was pretty worried about Aidan. So I ran into the house, and checked on him... he was crying in the bathroom. I had never heard him cry in the bathroom before... wtf?! So I told him I was going out on the porch and would be right back. Then (whoops) I find out the door to the porch is jammed shut, and I had to get Shane in the house, so I walk back to Aidan in the bathroom, and he sounded like he was in a world of pain, so I called his mom, while getting Shane in the house. His mom said that their dad would come home to see what's going on. Aidan emerges from the bathroom, still holding his stomach, I have Shane in the house, and I told Aidan to go up and lay down in bed, and I brought him some markers and paper. Their father came in and I explained what was going on, and he was fine, and went up to check on Aidan. I went down to the basement to entertain Shane, but then went upstairs, partly because I wanted to find out how the kid was doing, and partly because I was hoping I'd be able to run out early. I wasn't so lucky. I went upstairs to see Aidan walking around his room talking to his dad. This kid who couldn't even stand upright less than 10 minutes before... his dad went back to work (damnit), and I went back to my job with Shane. He wanted a bowl of Cheez-its, so I gave them to him, and all of a sudden, I hear Aidan STOMPING around his room like he was running a marathon. Is this kid fucking kidding me?! I went upstairs, to see him running in circles in his room with a paper airplane. I asked him how he was feeling. He stopped in his tracks then whimpered, "A little better..." Bullshit. I told him that if he was well enough to run around his room, he can come outside and play, or even in the basement, and he immediately doubled over gripping his stomach, "OHHH MY STOMACCHHHHH OWWW!" I told him if it hurt that bad, he should be laying down and not running around, and if I heard him running around again, we were going outside. He gave me that face again then got into bed.

Then I was starving so while on the phone with Mike, I made myself some bread and butter. Yummy. :D Shane saw it, and he had already had his snack. It was about 5:00, so he definitely couldn't have another snack, but he asked for one. I told him no, and that threw him back into tantrum. Fucking pain in my ass. One kid's faking sick, the other's tantruming. Awesome. Then Shane went upstairs, and of course, I went up with him. Aidan had fallen asleep, so I just left him be. Shane wanted me to read to him, so I read him 2 stories, then I took a bathroom break. It was about 5:15, and the father was home- outside on the phone, though. He stayed outside on the phone for another half hour. How long would it have taken to come in, and say hello to his kids, and let me fucking leave?!