It was one of THOSE days. You know the ones I’m talking about? Those days where everything that can go wrong, does. Those days where you start out chuckling about the chaos, and end up laughing hysterically with tears rolling down your face. Those days where, about halfway through, you are desperately calling out to God for a do-over.
The toddler launched his cereal across the dining room table because the milk was too wet.
The five-year-old screamed and cried because I insisted she wear matching shoes to school.
The toilet overflowed around lunch time because “someone” had put an entire roll of toilet paper in there and then tried to flush. Three times.
By the time my husband walked in the door at 6 p.m., I had about reached my limit.
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