Today was a day...

Today was a day and that may be all I can say.  It started out like any other and, well, it progressed and then after lunch, yes it was after lunch, things happened - and it turned into toddler mayhem.  There are many benefits to being an older mother like knowing how fast they grow up and appreciating the little things a little bit more maybe, but let's face it I am an older mom and they are stinkin cute and killing me!!!  So after lunch the cute little one you see sleeping here - well first of all understand he is asleep on a mat on the floor, because he throws himself OUT of any crib and so it is what it is - he sleeps on a mat on the floor.  So, today after lunch in his cute little voice as we passed the cookies on the counter I heard "Peep" which means please - so it began, I gave in because he is cute and I am weak.  A cookie turned into a raving mad toddler - it progressed to screeching for really what seemed like hours but maybe it was 30 minutes (and time out is futile on a one year old for the record) then as my older children got home - I was of course running late because I also have a newborn at home and he was fussy and decided that today he needed to be held ALL day and of course nurse ALL day - so we get in my (what used to be a nice) SUV and the one year old dumps an entire bottle of milk in the way back of my car all over himself and his car seat and the little one fills his shorts.  By the grace of God, we were only about 10 minutes late to older child's tennis.  So after driving around while my older child is playing tennis, I realize I hadn't nursed for awhile so I actually pull out my breast pump and pump while my one year old starts the screeching all over again, soon the newborn chimes in and so I decide to take them both out of the car for some fresh air (I know shoot me). So as I get the stroller ready - the little one poops AGAIN and I realize the one year old does not have shoes - so I put the one year old in the stroller and the newborn wants no part of that so I am actually holding the newborn pushing the one year old. So the lesson ends and we head home, thinking hooray Dadem - which means daddy is home, relief is in sight - right? Well, kind of, Dadem takes the one year old to the bank while I go inside (to nurse again) and 20 minutes later he comes in and shows me  a half empty vial my one year old found in his car and consumed and my husband has no idea what is in the vial - really. So I made my husband eat some of what was in the vial, only to find out it is artificial snow  - really???  So, we google and looks like he will be ok, but as I am holding the newborn, the one year old is riding on my foot and he proceeds to throw up down my leg - which may be a good thing? kind of? So I pick the baby up to burp him and he throws  up down my back - so I am going to bed, only to try this again tomorrow...