I hope it is just today

I almost forgot how crazy my day could go.

Now when I really thought about it, it actually started in the afternoon when I skipped my lunch to get out to TARGET. I needed to get some gift cards for kids' teachers, at the same time, I thought I could get some clothes for the kids. After paying over $150 for all the stuff I bought, I realized when I sat back in the car that I , forgot to use my coupon.

Then, I drove to Jewel Osco to pick up my prescription. When I was taking out credit card to pay, I noticed that one of my major cards was not in my wallet. Afterward, I spent 10min in the car, looking through my wallet, calling my hubby, in the end, I found the card in the middle of a pile of doctors' cards(my kids' as well as mine)

Then I drove back to work and relaxed a little. Picking up both kids went OK, but they seemed to be very hungry today. I have always found that when one was hungry, the other one must be starving. Unfortunately, I only had one banana for each of them in the car. When we finally got home, Yaya rushed in and told me she would get another banana, while Peter wanted milk. I gave Yaya a hand with peeling her banana, at the same time, poured milk into Peter's cup. But my boy insisted his sister having a cup too. Yaya did not want any drink, so Peter began to play with those two cups, of course, and milk.

When both of them seemed to be occupied for the moment, I, decided to run into kitchen before I could even hang up our coats. When rice was put in the cooker, I heard Peter's "oh, no.." and I knew I had trouble, but I did not have that much time to check. Instead, I opened the refrige, trying to find some vegetable for dinner, but only found a mess in there. I took a box of left-over beef in my left hand, while tried to re-arrange the refrige with my right hand, without me noticing anything, I felt my legs cold, ice cold. Well, now, the gravy in that box was spilled, a lot, on, my pants. When I stretched my arm up and tried to get some paper towel, the towel holder fell off from the top of the refrige and hit me right on the head. Right at that moment, Peter came in the kitchen, yelling "more milk, more milk.." Yeah, he had successfully spilled all the milk on the floor and table, and now he needed more. Luckily, he saw yogurt in the wide opened refrige, and changed his mind. I helped him open his yogurt, got Yaya one box too, settled them down at their table, cleaned up Peter's milky mess, then, saddly, I lifted my leg with the soaked pants into bedroom, and had myself all cleaned up and changed.

It was not over. They were still acting hungry which made me change my dinner plan to hot dog. While I was preparing it, Yaya began to jump up and down excitedly "hot dog, hot dog!" Peter, came in the kitchen too, without finishing his yogurt, grabbed my pants and began to yell too. They could hardly wait for the kitchup to be put in, Yaya already got a bite. Peter, on the other hand, yelled "mama, hot! hot!" I started to cut Peter's hot dog, at the same time, got some orange for them. Yaya claimed she wanted apple, so while they were eating orange, I began to peel apples. Among all of these, I was still chopping up some vegetables and got some dinner fixed. Peter had another hot dog (he WAS hungry).

Once the stomach was full, Yaya settled down to her own business. Peter was still finishing up at the table. I thought I could cook dinner. As soon as I put some cooking oil in my pan and began to heat, I heard those two were argueing. Well, they were trying to get some music out of computer, but could not figure out how. Of course I went in to help. But there was some problem, and it took a little longer than Peter's patience limit. He began to tap the keyboard, which of course, made my help hard to work. I told Peter "don't do that", maybe my voice was not quite as nice or calm, Peter began to hit me with his little hand. Yaya got mad and raised her voice "Peter, don't hit mama!" Peter now bursted into tears, loud cries. With all of these going on, I forgot the heated pan, which of course, resulted in the fire alarm beeping scarily.

I had to hold my boy up. Before the computer problem was resolved, I found Peter, who was still weeping on my lap, also had wet pants. I put him down to check out what it was, when I found that not only his pants were wet, he had a big poop. I began to feel guilty, because somewhere, sometime, I remembered he was trying to tell me something when I was too busy to listen. Since his diaper was already opened up, I could not move, and had to get Yaya's help in bringing out the wipes. Thankfully, my little girl was very skilled in doing all this kind of stuff. But disgustingly, it was not very possible for our little guy to stay still when waiting for all his stuff being wiped off, and my pants got some poop.

We got Peter all cleaned up and somehow, Yaya fixed her computer problem and the music was finally on. When there was no poop, but everything they wanted, my kids went back to the little lovely angels they have always been most of the time, and left me alone. I, after had my pants chang again, clean up again, finally got a chance to finish dinner cooking, hanged up our coats and sat on the floor to sort out all the bags we took home, Hubby, then opened the door and came home. He was, right on time, for his supper.

Ok, now, it was not over for me yet, not yet. It was already a little past 7 and obviously not enough time for me to eat. I took Peter and thought it would not be a big deal to eat after putting him to bed. Well, god only knows why, it took him almost 40min tossing around in bed to finally fall asleep tonight. I came out and threw some food in my stomach, and dragged my old butt around to clean up the kitchen and pack up lunch boxes. Before I even thought about relaxing, suddenly I heard Yaya screaming from her bedroom. -----The paint board hanging above her bed fell off, which not only woke her up, but also scared the hell out of her. In order to calm her down since it was really getting late(8:45pm), I decided to sit in the dark until she could go back to sleep. Thank godness, this time, it was quick.