So how's your day going?

Are you sure you want to know? In only thirty-five minutes after Daddy left for work, my little darlings had performed the following activities:

• Sorted out my bathroom drawers (not in a productive way either)
• Removed the lid from the hand sanitizer in the bathroom (I'll let you imagine the rest)
• Took the doorknob off the closet door.
  
• Emptied my dryer lint exclusive garbage can (we do 15 loads of laundry a week around here, this garbage can (though I don't really know why) was exclusively for dryer lint--if you do the math you'll understand)
• Dragged the ready to be taken out kitchen garbage across the floor spilling out some unidentifiable brown liquid across the kitchen floor.
• Ranted for 5 minutes about the cruelty of having ones hair brushed and styled for the day (I am talking about a pony tail here people; it's not like I was trying to attempt a major up do here.)
  
• Ranted for 5 minutes about how unfair it is that a child should have to make their own bed--it's just so hard you see.
• Didn't put on their jacket for school as instructed.
• Didn't watch for the kids to walk by to the bus stop as instructed, and Mom just happened to see them walking by as she taking the now really gross kitchen garbage out.
• Had to run down the street like a mad person to catch school bus.... (let me tell you , nothing reinforces your confidence in your mothering skills like seeing your five-year-old running down the middle of the street, in the rain, to catch the waiting, and waiting school bus.)
• Pulled all the coats off the coat hooks in the entryway.
  
• Stripped the baby naked.
• Baby was allowed access to big sister's bedroom and bathroom.
• Had two wrestling meets.

So as you can imagine, I feel a lot like this.

I think it might be funny if it weren't so very true.