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Today started off bad and ended worse.  I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to my children going to bed.

7:30am  After a night of restless sleep, I run to the bathroom in a hurry because I’m sick (related to a chronic illness of mine).

8am  Children wake up.  My 7-year-old son willingly gets in the shower.  Hey all right!

8:15am  I go to check on my son and the shower is still running, but he’s kneeling on the counter trying to get an eyelash out of his eye.  I can see the eyelash, but I can’t get it out of his eye to save my life, apparently.

8:45am  After many failed attempts to remove the eyelash from his eye, I tell the poor guy that he has to go to school that way and we’ll head to the nurse’s office to try some more.  I warm up the car, he finishes getting dressed, he runs to the van without his backpack, I send him back in, and he comes back out without closing the door.  So I send him back to close it so he won’t freeze our apartment.  Intruders are also a concern, but I’m so annoyed by this point, I figure I’ll go crazy on them Miss Piggy style if they dare enter.

8:55am  Arrive at school.  Other two sons probably make it to class on time.  Son with the afflicted eye spends some quality time with me in the nurse’s office.  I can’t see the eyelash anymore, but he insists it’s still there.  I give up and send him to class. 

9:30am  I’m back home and I continue my many trips to the bathroom, do a few loads of laundry, cry in frustration about multiple things bothering me, do my dishes, and realize I’m out of dish soap.  I went to the store twice yesterday and just don’t feel up to going again.

10am  Cranky daughter takes a short nap, foiling my plans to get a lot done.  I look around and realize you can’t tell I spent hours cleaning yesterday.

11:45am  Son comes home from Kindergarten, finds my old Valentine card with a middle aged Cupid on it with an unfortunate case of plumber’s crack.  After giving it a lot of thought, he determines based on the hearts and the look on Cupid’s face that he is in love with his own rear end, tells me it’s a “privacy card”, and that I should throw it out.  That was the best part of my day because he made me laugh so hard.  You look at it and yeah, one really could come to that conclusion.

12pm to 3:15pm  Clean up the same messes over and over again.

3:30pm  Pick up my other two sons.

4pm – 7pm  Homework, prepare lame dinner of mac and cheese, break up fight between oldest two that results in a big welt on my 7-year-old’s back.  Both are sent to time-out, oldest refuses to eat his dinner, goes to Scouts.

8pm  Getting ready to pay rent when I realize many of my credit cards are missing from my purse.  I panic.  I look high and low.  I start looking for numbers I need to call to cancel them, call my husband all frantic, ask my son about that day he caught his sister playing in my purse, and we determine she most likely threw them in the garbage, her latest favorite activity.  Either she’s taking stuff out or throwing stuff in that doesn’t belong.

8:30pm  My husband finds my cards stashed in an odd part of my wallet.  Eureka!

8:45pm  Our daughter knocks a glass candle stand off of the kitchen counter and it shatters around her feet.  Luckily she’s not cut.

9pm  Children are in bed.  Youngest son punches oldest son in the face.  Now he sits in time-out as I type this.

Like I said, I can’t wait for my children to go to bed so I can accomplish what I’ve been trying to do all day!  I feel like I have 10 times the messes now. 

Moms – I know you have days like this.  Do share.