My day so far . . .

It has been one of those days, I hate these days. I keep reminding myself that I am blessed and that if I change the way I look at it, it will change the way it looks.

I was getting Phoebe to sleep when Dallas yells from his room that he has to poop. I set the almost asleep Phoebe on the floor and go and race him to the potty. Of course he didn't have to poop, he already pooped. I tell him we have to go poop on the potty stick the gross stuff in the toilet and tell him to go get clean underwears. Flush the toilet, it clogs becasue my dear sweet boy has been holding his poop since Friday and what came out of him is bigger than adult poo. But that is another issue. I leave the clogged toilet for Daddy to deal with at lunch and send Dallas back to his room to play. I get Phoebe to sleep and turn on some TV for Dallas. That is the one time he can watch it because it keeps him quiet. I go in his room and he has destroyed the train table we got him. The pieces are everywhere and that thing took forever to put together. I was so mad. I go and turn the tv off, bring him to his room, try to find the instructions so I can figure out where all the pieces go and put the tracks back together. About this time I realize I still smell something. What might it be?? Poop in his underwear, again. So twice in the span of 20 mintues. I was so mad. Take him back to the potty clean him up, throw more poop into the clogged toilet and send him to his time out spot. I am so angry that he would do this again. By then Phoebe is awake. I go about my day and start to prepare lunch. Dallas starts coughing and coughs so bad that he pukes everywhere. So now I am cleaning that up. Daddy comes home from lunch and gives me a lecture that I shouldn't put the poop from his underwear in the toilet but take it outside and throw it over the fence, whatever. The toilet overflows all over the floor and again I am cleaning up gross stuff. Geez, what a morning.