My Morning

It's only 8:30 a.m. and I'm already feeling like I want this day to end. Liam has a little bit of a cold and so he was up every 2-3 hours last night, unable to sleep and having a hard time eating. He pooped through his pj's early this morning and so I just wrapped him in a blanket because I was too tired to go get new clothes for him. Paige woke up a few minutes after 6 and didn't want to go back to sleep. Then Dylan woke up, which actually was helpful as I asked him to go put a movie on for Paige. I tried to lay in bed for a few more minutes. Then Paige comes upstairs and I can smell her stinky diaper before she even gets to my room. So I give up trying to stay in my warm bed for a few more minutes and go change her. Then I go downstairs to get the kids breakfast and find that Paige has gotten into the container of muffins that were on the counter and the wrapper and crumbs are all over the floor, so I clean that up. I get the kids breakfast then head back upstairs to change Liam as he has another poopy diaper. As I am getting him dressed Dylan yells that the dog has just thrown up. So I tell him I'll be right there to clean it up. I go downstairs and clean up the dog mess and notice that Dylan didn't eat all of his cereal but Paige comes to finish it off so I don't think too much about it. I head back upstairs to finish with Liam and get the rest of Dylan's school stuff ready. Then back downstairs to get the kids' coats/hats/gloves on to take Dylan to school. I happen to glance into the dining room and notice Dylan's cereal bowl is gone and it's not in the kitchen sink. I follow the trail of spilled milk and cheerios from the dining room down to the basement where Paige is sitting in a puddle of milk and cheerios. So I quickly clean that up, get the kids coats on and head out to he van. And of course it's like negative 8 degrees so by the time we all get in the van Paige is crying cause she's cold and the garage door won't open because it's too cold. I finally get the door open and we're off to take Dylan to school. We drop him off and head back home. As I'm getting the kids out of the car I notice Liam has spit up all over his car seat cover. I guess it's good there's a pile of his laundry that still needs to be washed. It's now almost 9:00. Liam needs to be fed, again, Paige is wanting a snack and I realize I'm hungry too because I still haven't eaten breakfast. Heaven help me!!!