Hard Day

Sometimes things are really hard.  Sometimes I just want to go back to bed.  Today is that day.  It started badly (after very little sleep) and I can't seem to make it better.  I knew we needed to get out of the house.  I got us all up, fed, dressed and out the door by 9:30.  Then Noah puked in his car seat, all over his outfit.  He cried all the way to the mall.  I changed his diaper and his clothes in the car.  Then the car seat wouldn't lock into the stroller.  Finally got that done, but Noah was unhappy.  He cried through the mall.  He finally settled down, but then it was time to go home.  Abbie was mad that she didn't get new shoes for church.  My back is killing me.  KILLING ME.  Got home in time to get ready for swimming, but the kids needed a snack.  Abbie threw a fit about wanting Cheetos (What?!).  Then she threw another fit because I found her standing on the kitchen counter and told her she couldn't do that.  I told them we all needed a time out.  She slammed her chair against the closet, so I went in to make sure she was okay.  She screamed at me.  Now I'm crying, she's crying and Nate is stuck in the living room, probably wondering why he has to live here.  And it's not even 11:30.  I can't win today.  I just can't win.