You know those days...

The ones where your baby was up coughing until 11 pm the night before at which point she stopped breathing and so your husband rushed her into instacare at the hosital. You finally got to bed at 1 am and your kids still woke up at 6:30 (even the sick baby who was up all night). Not to mention the time she got up crying and the time your five year old had a nightmare.

You rushed everyone to get ready and out the door (sick baby included) because your preschooler had a fun robot class he had been looking forward to for a week. Only to arrive at the Y a 25 minute drive from your house and find out the class was canceled. The same class you called about the night before to make sure was still going to happen. The class you called about 2 hours earlier to ask a couple questions about. That class. Canceled. You left your house at 9:14 and they called at 9:15 to let you know. About the cancellation (seriously).

Sad boy, no time to buy groceries with only 2 children. Not good since there is really not much fresh food in the house owing to the fact that 2 weeks ago you spent 35% of your budget at Whole Foods, which was yummy, but did not stretch too far. Looks like more pasta for dinner tonight. Or PB & J.

So you drive all the way home and the sick baby falls asleep for the second time that morning. You want to curl up in the bed, but realize you have too many children running about. Instead decide to reply to an email.

At which point the five year old informs you your three year old is coloring on the floor. You've been working hard to end tattling, but seriously don't you want to know there is black crayon being applied to the carpet before it covers a 3 foot square area. Judgment skills are lacking in both children.

Oh, and your husband is going with the youth straight from work and won't be home until after the children are all asleep and your hair has all been ripped out.

You wish you could call your best friend to relieve you of some children while you take a nap, shower, read a book, lay in the covers and contemplate never coming out...or at least until the temperature has risen 40 degrees. Then realize while you've been blessed with many close friends none live within a 500 mile radius of you.

So you curl up on the floor and cry, hoping Matthias can't find any of the crayons you hid.