Some days it doesn't pay to climb out of bed

Today is one of those days.

Last night I was sick before bed. Insomnia took hold about 3:30 and didn't relent until Jeremy's alarm went off at 6:00am.

Today is wash day so I am sporting a lovely combo of a green and white horizontal striped shirt and brown sweats.

Kaden and Brynnlee would not get dressed and insisted on running around the house. Finally, the charade ended when Brynns knocked over a fairly full cup of grape juice. Normally not a huge deal, but today she decided to sit on the side of the table closest to the kid-friendly cream carpet in the family room. So I send Kaden up to get dressed and Brynns helps me blot the mess with towels. I send her with the towels to the laundry room and to get a diaper and clothes.

Meanwhile, I vacuum and begin to shampoo the mess to salvage our already "very worn" carpet. Brynnlee comes back down sans clothes or a diaper, but smelling oh so lovely! I send her back up to get clothes and a diaper. Mid-shampoo I hear an enormous crash, but no crying. Which means, she has done some serious damage and yet not managed to kill herself. So I break from shampooing and rush upstairs to find she has used her superwoman powers to pull her enormous changing table drawer off its track and spill it's contents (80+ diapers and two pull-ups) all over the floor. Mess gets cleaned up. Diaper changed. Baby girl dressed. Resume shampooing.

Then I call Eden to chat. That conversation doesn't last long since Kaden has decided that the 100+ times Jeremy and I have told him not to swing the bat when people are around isn't sound advice. In seemingly slow motion, he cracks the bat right across Gavin's face just above his eye. No split, just a bump the size of a golf ball. It's only 10:38 at this point.

Later on good news. Free gas. So I load 5 children into carseats and start down the road, only to have my SIL Jessica call a few minutes later to tell me the person in front of her was the last one to get the deal. Bummer for both of us, and Jeremy who showed up 2 mins later.

Not wanting to waste a 5 child load up I decided to head to the park. I've had enough, and so have the kids. We arrive and unbuckle only to realize Brynns has made it into the car with no shoes. At this point I don't care and just let her out.

Then I see two moms sitting there. GREAT. Just what I need, when I look atrocious, have a child with uncombed hair, no shoes and 4 others tagging along. At least it was two girls from the "old ward". They graciously share the blanket and I'm relieved to avoid the stares and disgusted looks I might have gotten from others.

Now we are home and almost everyone is sleeping... this 9 month old is killin me!

Someday I will look back on this day and laugh, but right now I just want to go to bed and start fresh tomorrow.