(No matter how bad it is...)
11pm last night: Oldest crawls into our bed just in time to throw up all over my comforter, pillow and bedroom carpet. Strike one.
7am: Youngest wets his bed and wakes up in tears. Bath time.
8am: Youngest goes up to my bedroom just in time to 'wet' my bedroom carpet. More tears. Bath time again.
9am: Getting dressed for the day and little one trips and falls on his head. More tears.
10am: Little one has 'cookies' (as he calls them) on my bedroom floor and then runs through it screaming and panicking. More tears (This time they are mine). Bath time. Again.
Cleaning...scrubbing...crying...scrubbing....windows OPEN and fan's blazing. Very cold. More tears. (still mine)
12noon: Little one decides to try an experiment in the potty. How many towels can you stuff in it before it overflows? Oh, just one large one? Hmmm. Well, I have to go potty and I'd hate to do it on mommy's floor again, so I'll just go on the bathroom floor. Afterall, it's already wet from the overflowed potty.
Aargh. Bath time. AGAIN!
1pm: Loading the kids in the van for a quick trip to Home Depot. The potty is broken. Go figure.
1:30pm: Little one sits in the driver's seat while I buckle in brother. I sit in the driver's seat. My pants are wet. Little one left a surprise and didn't tell me. Tears. Again.
1:45: Back to Home Depot for more carpet/upholstery cleaner.
2pm: Bed. Mommy needs a nap. This day is going to get better, right?!