So we went to look at boats tonight...before going grocery shopping....because I told him that he needs to go grocery shopping once a year so he has some fucking clue as to what shit costs...and considering he doesnt think when he shops, that makes it all that much more expensive....anyway...we went to see the boats....that was fine....then it was time to go get food. P.m. wouldn't get back into her car seat....and then when I had wrangled her scrawny little ass into the seat she wouldn't let me do up the chest clip thing...bad parents that we are, we drove anyway...straight to the grocery store....with her screaming her fucking head off the entire way and manly telling me I should just go shopping tomorrow - as in, without him - like that would make much difference....she would be just as much of a horse's ass tomorrow as she was tonight, but I would be alone...so they waited in the car while I ran in to get the bare necessities...apparently we will pick up the rest on the way to the cottage tomorrow night - this means me alone, while he waits in the car with them...still no clue as to what the shit costs and why it always looks like there's no food in the joint.
Anyway....I come out of the store....bread and sausages in hand....he's reading a book and she's up front, compeletely out of her seat, trashing the fucking cab.....so even though I felt like just walking past and pretending I was a stranger, I waved and walked over...she would not get back in her seat....at all. The brat would not...it took me about ten minutes of a combination of restraining and forcing her to just get in the fucking seat to no avail. So I let her tire herself out. All the bribes in the world did not work....I will be so happy when she is through with the screaming shit and will just pretend like she likes me.

does it really have to be this fucking hard? Its no wonder I feel like I've gone nuts.