When The Going Gets Tough...

You just keep on moving, right? Or does it make you stronger? No need to whine or complain but in a nutshell, here's my not so fun day:

no school. again. computer kept freezing. call dell. found Trojan. nice. an hour on the phone with the guy. $245 later to get it fixed. not a fun way to start the day. trip to the grocery store with 3 kids. a potential meltdown was on the edge of it's seat with Jocelyn. over fruit snacks. she begged for strawberry. trying to hurry back to drop off something off to someone around the corner and then go home to feed Andrew and hurry back on the road to get Aubrey to piano. but hurry didn't happen. we pulled out of the grocery store parking lot and sat on the bridge (more like a parking lot) to get home (only a mile or so away) for 1 hour. found out that i accidentally left my cell phone and Andrew's paci at home. not comforting. looked in the rear view mirror to catch the guy behind us in a furniture truck banging his head on his steering wheel. looks like he was annoyed too. but i wasn't about to try it! an accident ahead. ambulances and fire trucks and police cars and animal control and tow trucks whizz by. looks like the jaws of life had to get them out of their recked car. hoped everyone was okay. got home an hour past the time to feed Andrew. missed Aubrey's piano lessons. got the groceries into the house. found out that his whole milk was leaking. everywhere. saved almost all of it into a pitcher. gave Jocelyn her prized possession - strawberry fruit snacks. Ate one and handed me the rest to say she didn't like them. what? :/ found ants roaming where some apple butter from previous night wasn't cleaned up. ugh. i hate ants. where do they come from? Jocelyn tripped on the highchair and bit her cheek and lip. hard. gave her ice to hold to her mouth. cleaned the kitchen. got the girls into bed. like my day wasn't going hard enough...Andrew threw up his last bottle all over his just dressed for bed clothes and all over his Daddy. Into the tub he went. Repeat the getting ready for bed part.

THE END.
(a few times within that mess I seriously wanted to cry! I know things could have been worse. but I'm thanking my lucky stars that they weren't!)