It Must be Monday

Why? Because it's 8 o'clock and I've already lost my freaking mind.

It started with Jack having THE most disgusting diaper ever. I seriously think in all of my years of changing diapers it's been the grossest. Let's just say the voluminous amount of blueberries he ate yesterday has been expelled.

Next, we started the barrage of requests for milk, vitamins, pancakes, waffles, cookies, cupcakes, MOREMILK, insert your favorite breakfast demand here, RIGHTNOW. All before my coffee finished brewing.

Then, David and Jack played with some Play Doh and Henry colored while I unloaded the dishwasher. It's always a huge mess to clean up the Play Doh, but I know I'm able to get something accomplished while they're occupied. The mess was enormous.

Finally, while I cleaned up the Play Doh catastrophe, D&H wanted to race their cars in the bathroom on the floor. No problem. It turned into a problem when someone figured out how to circumvent the baby lock on the cabinet and spray Dermamist all over the bathroom. And I do mean ALL OVER. The mirror, vanity, sink, walls, floor, toilet, door, cabinets. . . everywhere. What is Dermamist, you may ask? Essentially liquid petroleum. Awesome. The mirror still looks smear-y, but it's going to have to work.

It's going to be a long day!

Update: It's now 10:30, and I just got out of the shower. I was in our bathroom and heard the water running for what seemed like a long time. I went to the boys' bathroom and found Henry standing on top of the closed toilet, looking into the tank. He had taken the tank cover off, poured a bottle of shampoo and a bottle of body wash into the tank, and was flushing the toilet over and over again to watch it make bubbles. Sometimes I wish running away was a viable option for me. Chris probably has some GPS tracking device on the car so he could find me if I ever tried to!