Get Out Of My Pantry

Maybe it's because I'm excessively tired today. Maybe it's because I'm overly stressed about the whole doctor thing. Maybe it's because the cost of food has risen so much in the last little while that it stresses me out to go shopping. Maybe it's because I hate going to the grocery store and the last time I took all of my kids there, my son rammed my daughter's head into an end cap and we left the store in a gush of blood and no groceries. Maybe it's because I grew up poor and didn't always have the food that I wanted. But whatever it is, I am so sick and tired and incredibly annoyed that all of these neighborhood kids keep coming over and raiding my pantry and fridge like mutant, bulimic termites. I am not the neighborhood All-In-One-Food Stop. I don't mind giving out an Otter Pop or a handful of crackers here and there - I'd like to not think of myself as Food Nazi. But c'mon, you snot-nosed rotten little kids: quit coming over here and asking for food. Or worse, not asking and just helping yourself to it like it's your own damn house. If you're that hungry, go tell someone who cares - like Child Protective Services. Heaven help me when they all turn teenagers. I seriously need to go lay down now....