Have you ever had one of those days....

Well in my case it has been more like one of those weeks! I just have to vent it all here so that I don't have an emotional break-down.

Just to set this up, my husband is out of town and I am PMS'ing...not a good combination to start with, but it just felt like everything was conspiring against me...

Monday started out okay. I really can't remember it, maybe I blocked it out, but then TUESDAY HIT! I was teaching piano and my oldest son thought it would be a bright idea to burn things in the basement while watching his baby brother, Ty. Now Jason is a relatively bright kid. He is, however, turning 12 and the hormones have affected his ability to THINK! So what would posses him to do this? Ty is laying on the cement floor while Jason is nowhere to be seen, but I can smell something burning. So we got in a big fight and he decides to run away from home right before some people are supposed to come over to practice a song for his talent show the next day. I am cleaning the kitchen, mopping on my hands and knees while crying and thinking I am the worst parent in the world. The people show up and Jason is nowhere to be found. Fortunately, they were very forgiving and even play with my children while I hunt for my son. She talks to me and makes me feel better and all is well.

Here was my Wednesday. I had to teach piano and then get the kids fed and ready for bed before I was to take Jason to his talent show. Emi and Bryce were to be in charge. I had reservations about them after I went upstairs to find Emi fully dressed in her PJ's standing in a bathtub full of water with her brother, Bryce, who was buck-naked and they were having a water fight. The babies were lying on the floor naked and there was water all over the bathroom floor. These were the two kids I was supposed to leave in charge?! Needless to say, I took the babies with me, which meant that I couldn't record the talent show. Jason did a great job and all is well.

Thursday....da, da, dah....(insert dramatic music here). I took a shower and come down the stairs to find blood all over the carpet. At this point I'm thinking one of the children has been stabbed. I find Josh with a bloody nose and no one has died. I scrub the carpets that have just been shampooed, BTW. It mostly came out and all is well. I made french bread earlier in the day for hoagie sandwiches for dinner. I got done teaching piano, and sliced the cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, and cut up the pineapple. I start slicing the bread and found the little silicon oxygen package they put into the flour to keep it fresh. It had busted and was baked all into the bread. So it's 6:30PM and a friend is coming at 7PM so we can work on baby shower invitations. I make a run for the grocery store, which is not close by, BTW. The whole time I'm speeding and thinking, it would just be my luck that I would get a speeding ticket or get into an accident and social services would cart my children away because I left them at home alone to run get bread! I get home and my friend is already here and the kids are telling her that the bread mom made was poisoned! At this point, I am ready to lose it. My week has been so utterly ridiculous that I just HAD to laugh! I mean, who could make this stuff up? Isn't life fun? Fortunately, my friend was very forgiving that my life is not as organized as I think it should be. She joined us for dinner. We stayed up until midnight getting the invitations done and had a good talk. All is well.
Now....what will tomorrow hold, I wonder......
Heaven help me...