One of those Days.

Today was one of those days.  You know the kind of day I'm taking about. The kind where you can't wait for the kids to go to bed and foolishly hope they'll sleep in longer than they ever have.

We started the day out with Summer's preschool group at our house.  Summer took some convincing (and by convincing I mean a timer) to get dressed before everyone arrived. The three other kids arrived and the regular chaos ensued. Pretty soon though we had lots of fighting and crying, which is a little on the unusual side. I had to literally haul one child off to timeout a few times,  Summer got kicked in the head,  and there was a fair amount of pushing in general going on.  Not to mention my table with a glass top holding my laptop almost got knocked over (I promise is not in a super easy place to access) right after the piano bench got slammed into the piano. Gratefully the great outdoors saved us for the remaining time. 

This afternoons activity consisted of a trip to see an allergy specialist for Ellen in downtown Salt Lake. While we were in the quiet, adult filled waiting room we had an explosion of screams from both girls because Ellen grabbed something from Summer.  Summer was screaming because Ellen took her toy and Ellen was screaming because I was trying to pry it out of her hands. Oh, the joys of sharing. As soon as they calmed down, we were called in where Ellen's weight and height were measured and I proceeded to whack her head against the top of the height measurer. Gratefully she calmed down pretty quickly and we got good news from the doctor  (who happens to be the older brother of my dear friend from growing up). We were afraid Ellen had some food allergies and it turns it she doesn't.  Yay!

Fast forward to the evening in which Summer refused to eat any of her dinner and Ellen was covered in food (which is pretty normal).  We then headed upstairs for baths. I got Ellen sompletely stripped down, and turned around to find Summer with shaving cream all over her hands and shirt. I set Ellen down to run around while I helped Summer get cleaned up. As I was finishing that, I looked over just in time to see Ellen giggle and then urinate on the carpet. I scooped her up, put her in the empty bathtub and left Summer there to entertain her while I grabbed some cleaning supplies. As I was cleaning up the mess I heard Summer yell "Mom, Ellen pooped in the bath tub." I came running, and sure enough, Ellen pooped in the bathtub.

I finally got everything cleaned up, the girls bathed, everyone in bed on time, and then I sighed a big sigh of relief. Even thought I was glad to have them in bed, I'm glad their mine.  Here's to trying again tomorrow-and hoping for less chaos.