Have you ever had a morning like this? Baby wakes up early, okay not too bad. Husband has a hard time waking up. No big deal right. 3-year-old sleeps in till 10:30 - woo hoo! Then the next hour gets a bit crazy... I'm on the phone, Baby's throwing a fit, there is a plastic bag stuck to her foot. With in minutes Baby and 3-year-old destroy hours of organizing. :( Baby pulls three drawer plastic organiser (bigger than she is) over on to herself. She is trapped. 3-year-old sees this as an opportunity. Crash with the truck, Baby is crying. Problem resolved, lets all chill okay. I turn my back for a second, pushing, shoving and biting occur, oh, and lots of screaming too. I'm off the phone some where in all that mess and 3-year-old disappears. I change the 3rd poopy diaper of the morning. Baby is tired, crying begins. We go downstairs for a bottle. Panic !!!!!Ohhh!!!! Owen!!!!! What have you done!!???!!!???!!!!!!!!! Augh!!!! Where did you get spray paint???!!!??? 3-year-old has happily spray painted his expensive birthday present. He is confused. Mommy should be happy too, why does her face look like that? I have 3-year-old washing his hands while I scrub the toy furiously trying to beat the quick dry results the advertisements claim. I get off a little but for the most part it's too late. No big deal right, at least it's just a toy. Worse things could happen. He will just have to have a messed up toy, his problem not mine. What's that smell? Again??? Who pooped? Baby. I make her a bottle, lay her on the floor to change the diaper, as soon as I'm done she is off to nap. I glance up. No, please no! Great now I'm in trouble too. 3-year-old has spray painted the TV screen. I move at the speed of light to attempt to wipe any paint off that hasn't dried. No luck. I put baby in bed, she is content - at least one of us is. 3-year-old is in time out. I've got to call Daddy. :( I glance at the clock. 11:30 Seriously?

Prayers are welcome.