Someday, I'm just going to check myself in.

It's true. The way I see it, one of these days I'm either going to check myself into a nice hotel, kick my feet up, go to the pool, slip on my sunglasses, and just fall asleep to the sound of the waves arriving on shore OR I'm going to check myself into the mental hospital.

It's just been one of those days. I want to make sure it's recorded so I can look back in five years and laugh. But in all actuality, I'll probably be writing similar posts like this in five years.

Here's how the day has gone so far:

I'm woken up this morning by my three year old requesting me to go and hunt down her lost pacifier which has fallen between the bed and the wall.

I start nudging Miguel and tell him to go find it. He never budges and the longer she stands there waiting for us, the less likely she's actually going to fall back asleep. If I ignore her and hope that he will go help her it just infuriates me all the more. He still doesn't budge. I usually fling back the covers and stomp to the room, making sure everyone knows (especially Miguel) that I'm tired of doing this all the time.

But this morning I think he eventually got up to go look for it. He never found it, which means she comes and gets in the bed with me and snuggles up and falls asleep. I don't mind her there. It's kind of endearing.

We had dance this morning and the PLAN was to get everyone fed and then into the shower. While I was in the kitchen making breakfast, Sophia calls me and tells me she needs my help. I go around the corner and there she is with her underwear at her feet and she's telling me she had an accident. She pooped her pants. I got onto her pretty bad for that and got her changed. I then go back to the kitchen to finish preparing breakfast for everyone. Sophia actually eats all of her food for a change. Maybe she was trying to redeem herself.

I then put Gabriela into the tub and lock the bathroom door. Once I've got her bathed I open the door, send her out to go get her clothes on, and then call Sophia in for her turn. Well she comes wabbling in saying she peed her pants. No, no pee, she pooped them again! That was it for me. She was getting the cold shower. She did not like that one bit, buddy, let me tell you. I wet her down from head to toe and then I eventually warmed it up. She knows that's what she gets if she has an accident, so it wasn't to big of a shock for her.

All the while, I'm thinking to myself, "is this really how my day is going to go?" Needless to say I didn't get a shower. I load all of us up and we are off to dance class. Julianne had a funky, slept on hair do, that was embarrassing. It looked more like long horns on top of her head, since the ponytail holders had slid out to the tips of her hair. We survive dance class. Gabriela did get in trouble from her teacher for picking up Sophia and carrying her around. Gabriela said, "I can't help it. I just love her sooo much!" She wasn't singing that tune earlier this morning.

After dance, I must have not been in my right mind, because I took them out to lunch by myself. Lately I just haven't been in the mood to cook, so we went and checked out a new restaurant that has noodles. I corral them into a booth in the back and I have to say Gabriela and Sophia, who are all chummy now, did pretty good. Julianne...NOPE. Nightmare. She was up and down and laying in the booth and staring at the people on the other side and then hits her head and starts screaming. I should know better, but no, I have to keep repeating my mistakes. What makes me think that I can go to a restaurant with three preschoolers by myself, when I won't even go near a grocery store with them. Maybe I think I'm being defeated if I can't go out. Maybe just stubborn.

Oh but it gets better. (Maybe I was on a suicide mission) I went to Joann's fabric store. I had to pick up a few things I needed to finish a dress and I must have sounded like an auctioneer as fast as I was talking. Don't touch that. Stay where I can see you. Be quiet. Put that back. And on and on and on.

Then I dared to go to a swim shop to look for some goggles. I threatened their lives if they didn't behave. Yeah right. It was a tiny little specialty shop and there were two dressing rooms in the back. There go Gabriela and Sophia, in and out of them, slamming the doors, touching everything. Hiding under the racks. Oh my word, I wanted to die. The lady is trying to talk to me and I'm apologizing. I tried to get them to sit down in the floor away from everything. I eventually gave up. I told the lady I would be back with three less people someday. Who knows when that will be?

So needless to say, I'm mentally exhausted. I sure hope one day I can check into that nice hotel on the beach and enjoy a little peace and quiet. Just for a day or two, and then I can come back reenergized and ready to dive into the mayhem again.