Why I have a line between my eyes...

Grocery shopping...

• daughter crying b/c mommy will not push the race car. (mommy has tried and literally can not push that cart!)
• hair pulling
• scratching sister's face...the cries that follow
• son touching everything possible, pop on the bottom. yes, in wal-mart.
• calculating in my head the price of canned tomatoes w/or w/o a coupon and if the store brand would still be cheaper
• not paying attention to my children while I am doing this and finally realizing that my daughter (in the front of  the basket) is looking down my shirt.
• daughter trying to lick the basket
• son constantly jerking on the basket...pop on the bottom each time. again.
• take the kids to the potty, wash hands.
• Little sister tries drinking from the faucet while I am distracted with big brother running his fingers all along each and every surface in the bathroom.
• shopping again, and daughter has to poop.
• back to the bathroom...daughter does not poop.
• back to shopping
• worn out by this time...we go to two stores...
• "Son, stop doing things that you think I can not see.  I can see you even when you think I can't."
• My budding gentleman opening all the car doors for me...from the inside of the car...and stepping on my open container of California rolls at the same time.
• Finally getting into the car, and catching my reflection....the line that has now formed between my eyes is so furrowed that I don't think I can salvage the damage done.

This is why mothers look worn out and frazzled...and I only have two.