One of those days...

As mothers I think we all have "those days." You all know what I'm talking about...by 8:15 AM you are thinking "Why did I get out of bed?" Well, sometimes those days sneak up on you. Today snuck up from behind, caught me, and laughed in my face--HARD!
Thursdays are Tom's late days, so I am almost always alone with the kids in the evening. We are all pretty used to the routine. Tonight was similar--Owen screaming, girls giggling and squealing, and mom...surviving. Owen would only calm down if he was held, so I strapped on the Snuggly and started boiling the noodles for dinner. He was still throwing a fit when I attempted to strain the noodles. After one nicely placed kick from Owen, the noodles were not on the in the pot, nor in the colander. Do you know what it smells like when noodles sit on a hot burner? I do! Owen went downstairs to scream in his crib. Eventually we started to eat and I bit my lip so hard that I was crying and bleeding, and the girls wanted to bandage the inside of my mouth, and Owen is still screaming. I am SO not amused.
I have been trying so hard to be patient with the girls, but I am losing it at this point. I have two options: 1-scream at the girls, shove them in their room and hope for the best, 2-try to do something fun and keep them occupied until bed time. COOKIES IT IS! M and M cookies no less. The girls are thrilled. We start to make the cookies, and Mommy's finger gets tightly pinched in the measuring cup deal, then while fishing the flour out of the brand new bag, Mommy gets a nasty paper cut. OH MY GOSH! This MUST be candid camera!
The cookies finally go into the oven. "Girls, go potty and get ready to get your jammies on."
Tori and Lizzie run into the bathroom to take care of business, and I have Tori watching Lizzie carefully (she has nasty habits previously mentioned in this blog) to avoid further incident. Owen is now upstairs (still screaming) in his Bumbo seat, and now he SMELLS! I take Owen into the girls' room to change his pants on their rug and ... poop everywhere! Nice job little man. It is on the rug and on his clothes. Tori runs in (naked) to help. She is holding his hands while I attempt to wipe him down. The wipes run out. I race downstairs to get more wipes. Meanwhile Owen has stuck his feet in his poo, then kicked both of his arms and his belly. Now it really is everywhere! Cue the telephone ringing, and the beeping of the oven timer--COOKIES ARE DONE! Oh, and don't worry, here comes the holler from the bathroom--"Mommy, I made poopies!"
AAAAA! Domestic Goddess is a title I deserve! Now I have three sleeping kids, fresh unburned cookies, a sink full of dishes, too much laundry, and the potent smell of carpet cleaner. This is the life!