One of Those Days

Ever have one of those days where you wish you could just crawl back into bed and throw the covers over your head? Yep, I had one of those days today. It started out fine, normal, I just had a lot on my mind. So I took the girls to the grocery store, loaded the Trail Blazer full of goods, and was on my merry way. So I get home and my first intention was to unload all the groceries. Well, I got side-tracked. I'm a mom, I multi-task, and obviously a little too much sometimes. I get the girls lunch, make sure Hanna's book bag is ready for school,and make some phone calls. Yes, the groceries are still in the truck. So I leave to drop Hanna off at school. I come home, get Chloe ready for a nap, and get several more phone calls. By this time, I have completely forgotten about my milk, frozen burritoes, and corn dogs. Fast forward a couple of hours, the girls get home from school, my mom stops by, and my SIL drops off her 2 boys so I can babysit for several hours. I am now getting supper ready for 5 rugrats. I take a bag of doritoes (for yummy taco salad) and open the bag. A LARGE FAMILY SIZE bag. Can ya see where I'm going with this? I dumped them, like a big clumsy idiot, I dump the bag onto my kitchen floor. I stared at it for a couple of seconds, in disbelief of what I just did, then turned to the kids and asked "who wants doritoes?" They all look at me, look at the floor, back at me, and all raise their hands. Good. We're all eating dirty floor doritoes tonight. Glad we're all in unison on this. My nephew asks for a glass of milk which I happily oblige to though when I opened the frig, there was no milk to be found. Wait a minute, where in the heck is it??? Then it hit me, HELLO Tina, you're groceries are still in the car! I gasp, then sigh, I mean I REALLY sighed, enough for my nephew to turn to Tay and ask, "what the heck is wrong with your mom?" Nothing besides 2 gallons of milk, hamburger, 2 packages of hot dogs, frozen food, and my "can't live without it" coffee creamer ALL GONE. WASTED. Because I'm good like that people. I clean up the dinner fiasco and put a video in for the kids. Veggie Tales songs are blaring, kids are screaming, jumping, and hanging from the lamp. I so didn't care at this point either! I'm sitting on the chair, feeling defeated, tired, irritable, and out walks little Chloe. Anyone who knows her knows she is terribly sweet but oh so much trouble. She managed to unscrew the lid to a GIANT sized bottle of Aquaphore. Essentially a big expensive tub of vasoline. It is in her hair, on her legs, on her clothes, on MY FLOOR and COUCH , everywhere. So I throw her in the tub. As I'm sitting there feeling sorry for myself, Chloe looks up at me with her big brown eyes and says "I wub you Mommy!" OK, now my heart is melted. I grin from ear to ear and scoop this little ball of sweetness up and plant a million kisses on her. My life isn't so bad afterall.