One of those days

Why is it, on certain days, worlds collide, the stars don't align --WHATEVER-- and everything just goes to hell? Today was one of those--and it's only 3:20!! Help!!

Shawn was up and at 'em early, which left me groggy on Cold Meds and nursing Luke 5 times last night. A neighbor brought back the other 3 kids in varying stages of dress: Cole in a tank top and underwear, Seth in shorts and long sleeve jammy top, and Sugar buck naked.

GOOD MORNING!

After getting the kids dressed and served breakfast, I ran upstairs to change a load of laundry. Sugar is out of panties--thus the excuse for being naked. Cole came upstairs to tell me there was an emergency which included jellybeans, flour, and pee pee. Oh, no. This wasn't going to be pretty.

The pee pee wasn't actually in the canister, although I wouldn't put it past her. It was just on the chair and dripping onto the floor, which was covered in flour. Nice paste. Then she had dumped a bag of jellybeans into the flour. I sifted the can 3 times and found jelly beans 5 inches down! Holy Cow--the girl is amazing. In a bad way.

For our featured event of the day, however, we would have to wait an hour for the fun to begin. I'm not sure if it was before or after the lunch time meltdown over chili and cheese which ended up with ANOTHER mess on the floor of cheese chili and fruit loops. (What was served and what was wanted) The boys went upstairs to clean up the packing peanuts mess. Cole did the majority, put the box in his room, and then Seth dumped the whole thing out. When I told him he couldn't come out of his room until they were all picked up, the misery began. Threats of things that he would or would not get until later don't work. Spankings really don't work. Being mean, a guilt trip, tears, kindness--none of it works. During one of the tantrums, he knocked over his dresser, dumped out the hamper and threw the legos about.
This is after I volunteered to help with the laundry. He dumped them all out again just to spite me. I started spanking him every time he left the room. When he left the room on the 27th time, I called Shawn. Uggh. He was stuck in LA all day and wouldn't be back any time before 7. After Seth and I talked again and I told him step by step how he could have his room clean in less than 5 minutes, he told me to get out of his room. I went downstairs to take care of Luke and Cole when Seth brought me this lovely note. Ain't it purty? Doesn't it make your heart pinch?

Aahhh, my little darlings. Cole came over and gave me a hug and said: "I thought he was going to give you a nice note that said 'I'm sorry'". He just shook his head. I then told Seth for every bit of work he did, I would match it. I just feel like I'm giving in. I hate days like this! Nothing has gotten done, the boys have since had a punching and kicking fight, and Brooke just woke up from a nap.

I started a blog as an easy journal for me, since I never wrote in my Motherhood Journal anymore. While this day is painful and frustrating, I think I need to document it. Either as proof that I can make it through really, really bad days without driving off a cliff, or that kids have stages and phases, both good and bad. But they grow out of them. Hopefully. Please, really truly pretty please!!