I woke up in a puddle of MG's pee. Again. She's very stealthy about sneaking into our room at night, and I don't realize that she's there until she pees. Delightful.
Claire had a poopy diaper. Only she wasn't wearing a diaper, she was wearing a Pull Up. Pull Ups have decidedly less tightness around the waist. I didn't realize what she'd done until I was changing her, and I realized all her fingers were the wrong color.
I stepped in cat puke. The cat puke was on the only decent carpet in the house.
I did 6, maybe 7 loads of laundry.
I was going to take the kids to the park, but Claire had such a screaming hysterical fit (in front of two dozen people) at Walgreen's that I couldn't do it, even though I wanted to go. I had to take her outside and sit her in a corner, then go back in. It was gorgeous outside - the perfect day to go to the park. But I can't reward that sort of behavior.
BJ's sick. He has some sort of head cold thing, and feels tired and miserable.
However, I made a great dinner (pork chops, steamed broccoli, risotto, apple sauce), and I snuck out for an hour or so to buy a few cards (Shannyn and Ken had their baby!! Another boy!) and have a coffee in peace. And the kids went to bed really easily, so, I guess I can't complain about life from about 7 pm onward.
I hope your day was less filled with bodily fluids than mine.