I swear, I'm gonna...

The other day I noticed one of my friend's status on facebook. It said, "Women are Angels...And when someone breaks our wings....we simply continue to fly........on a broomstick...We are flexible like that..." I laughed and laughed and printed it off to keep by my desk. I guess it's funny because I recognize myself in there at times.

That thought about the broomstick kept coming to mind today. I very well could have taken flight that way today! But I just kept telling myself to find humor in the thought rather than actually pull out my broom and turn into a witch.

Today was hard! It was probably the most challenging day that I've ever had with little kids and their messes and mischief. I can't count how many times I must have said, "I swear, I'm gonna...."

I don't know exactly what I was gonna do. But the thoughts of pulling my hair out, running away, crying in my bedroom, locking up the kids, and quitting did cross my mind. Bedtime could not come soon enough!!

The girls flooded the bathroom and laundry room by plugging the bathroom sink and letting the water run for who knows how long. It was a nice two inches deep. I had to pull out the drawers, empty underneath the sink, and use every towel that I owned downstairs to sop up the mess.

After cleaning up that mess, I found the girls both sitting on the counter in the kitchen making peanut butter and fluff sandwiches. Stuff was everywhere and one of my favorite canisters on the counter was broken with rice everywhere.

I cleaned the downstairs completely twice today. You'd never know it. In fact, D came in and wondered why there was a "train wreck" in the house. That was a little embarrassing. I remember saying something like, "If you only knew!"

Just before D came home, the kids and I were out working in the backyard. I ran back into the house to get another garbage bag and heard water running. The bathroom and laundry room were flooded AGAIN! This time little g thought he'd clean the lacrosse balls that he had found out in the backyard and I guess he had forgotten to turn off the faucet. We ran and got all the towels from upstairs and repeated the process from just hours before.

After leaving the bathroom I found the girls on the counter again eating my gum with huge grins. I yanked them off and told them NO! We then proceeded outside to finish the yard before D got home.

As I was bagging things up, I noticed little g with a stool next to the swim fence. I yelled at him that that was BAD and not to ever do that again. I thought I made myself very clear. Well, fifteen minutes later he had the picnic table next to the swim fence ready to climb over. That was it. I ran with my crippled ankle over to him, pulled him off the table, and sent him in the house. I could NOT believe what I had just seen.

Next thing I knew, I heard D's voice in the house commenting on the "train wreck". Lovely.

The day is over. The yard is done. For now. The girls are in their room. Probably tearing it to shreds. That's okay. They're going to get REAL familiar with that room tomorrow. They can tear that room to shreds for all I care. I've got to get my house back.

It's nice to know that no matter how difficult and frustrating today was, my broom never left the side of the fridge. But if anything like this happens tomorrow, I swear, I'm gonna...