Big Sigh....

I lost it...over and over and over again....and the day is only half done. My patience today is limited to about 20 seconds. Doesn't work well for two very rambunctious children whose main goal in life is to drive each other and their mother crazy. Today? SUCCESS! Yep...they succeeded in breaking me down within the first 10 minutes of our morning. I figured I'd blog about this because I want to look back on it and laugh. Will that happen? I have hope:)

It all started when Sadie woke up realizing she didn't have the exact stuffed dog she wanted in her crib. The problem? Skyler had it in his bed. I told her she had to wait until he woke up...she freaked-out. Started pounding on his door. Lovely. Somehow managed to get downstairs after the dog was recovered and they fought over standing on the same step stool in the bathroom (um, I bought two green ones to avoid this...apparently they are 'different') Fighting continues interjected by some play and laughing. I'm successfully tuning this out. Until Skyler reaches for our cereal storage container. I love these containers. I pulled it back on the counter and told him to leave it alone. He thought he'd be funny and pull it back...but LO AND BEHOLD, it flew out of his hands and crashed onto the floor. Cue mom breakdown #1. Got dressed and we were headed out the door. Decided they should wear rain boots due to the torrential rain. At this point, Skyler is on his best behavior...he might be a little scared of me. Sadie remains unfazed. Got in the car...Skyler is pouting because I won't turn around while I am driving under crazy wet conditions to look at his boot. Sadie begins to take off her socks. I tell her not to...off they come. Mom breakdown #2. We get to school, umbrellas are opened, and Sadie starts jumping in puddles. I get it...rain boots=fun times...I'm open to fun. Except when she chooses the biggest, muddiest, yuckiest (I am not exaggerating) puddle to not only jump in, but to FALL in. Yep, she is soaked from the waist down with puddles INSIDE her boots. Once again, she is not fazed. Cue mom breakdown #3. Get Skyler dropped off, Sadie having a great time in the puddles, I give up on her because I'm kind of tired at this point...and she's soaked anyway. I had a mission to get to Target. We get into the store despite her soaked condition, and I start shopping. Sadie is singing and dancing and rubbing her hands all over the dirty cart (literally rubbing, completely disturbing to my germaphobe self) in every department. Not listening. I'm desperate to find workout pants so that I can stop wearing my 9 year old ones. All of a sudden, the singing stops...she's pooping. Breakdown #4. She doesn't like to walk when she poops, begs me to put her in the cart but she's not allowed to sit. So she's holding on to the edges in a slight crouch and wasn't allowed to move...leaving a lovely draft o' poopy diaper in our wake. But I couldn't leave...I was there....and I HAD to finish! We finish after I was creatively wheeling the cart away from people to avoid offending anyone with our perfume, we get into the car, we are both soaked, and I change her diaper and now remove all wet clothes. In the process, I have hit both of my hair clips out of place. I sit in the driver's seat and go to fix my hair, but the hair clip flies out of my hand into the abyss of the minivan. It's now sticking straight out. Too defeated at this point for a breakdown:) We got home, I wash up, and turn around finding this....

How could you not love this mismatched, sockless, little girl who tests me daily...this is why I drop to the ground after a morning like this and hug her knowing that I'll miss our crazy mornings together one day. Oh, my sweet Sadie.