Drug Free America is driving me to drink.

Apparently it's Drug Free week at BB's school. Yesterday they got a dog-tag style necklace and bracelet.

This morning, BB is hollering and crying she can't find her necklace or bracelet. I tell her that getting ready for school is not the time she's supposed to be hunting for this stuff, look for it AFTER school. Still crying, she tells me they're supposed to keep track of it all week.

Really? 'Cause let me tell you - it's gone. We looked everywhere. She cried all freaking morning. She yelled at Molly, she yelled at me. I yelled at her for yelling at Molly. I yelled at her for yelling at me. I yelled at her for not telling me she wasn't supposed to lose it. I yelled at Ian because he was dragging his ass and we were late because we were looking for the stupid necklace.

Then Molly needed bandaids for her scrapes on her leg/arm and I couldn't find the colorful character ones and she didn't want the plain brown ones.

I got to work 30 minutes late.

Jesus H. Christ - I need a drink, a joint, and a valium. In that order.