The first half of my day...

Day started with a screaming banshee at 6:30, I brought him into bed and he screamed angrilly at me for fifteen minutes while I told him he would NOT win this battle. Then, he won the battle and I let him down. Followed by a breakfast neither boy would eat and a bath for Cody since he smelled like tuna and spoiled milk. Followed by Mark coming home for a few and asking what the matter is with Cody and if he needs more discipline, followed by me excusing it with "teething", just as I have said since he was a 5 weeks old (he still only has three of them). Followed by a two hour grocery experience with myself and the boys at WinCo with Ben pushing his mini cart and them both letting me know how hungry they were. Followed by unloading the groceries while they ate pb&j's, followed by a loud THUD and finding Ben had fallen off a barstool directly on his head. Followed by Ben crying for 35 minutes and refusing to eat. Followed by a TERRIBLE smell from Cody, who created the world's hugest poo out the side of his diaper, all over his outfit, the high chair, and consequently- my hands and shirts. Followed by a disgusing diaper change with a screaming baby and a crying toddler. Follwed by discovering I had Ben's grape jelly all over the same white shirt and he had it all over him, as well as tons of green snot. Followed by another bath for Cody, followed by Ben crying because I said it was nap time. Followed by a quick load of laundry started (the third of the day) with all the snotty, jelly-stained, poop smeared clothing, followed by silence and a rant on facebook. It is only a little after one o'clock. And you know what? I LOVE this job.