Really?!!!

Here's the day.

1. Wide awake at 3:45, went back to sleep. Wide awake again at 5:00, went back to sleep. Alarm goes off at 6:00, can't get out of bed I'm so sleepy! Yawn!
2. I went to the gym and EVERY single machine or thing I wanted to do was occupied the entire 1.5 hours I was there.
3. The 40lb bag of kitty litter I wanted at the pet shop was on the top shelf.
4. I remembered, that I forgot to pay my office rent this month because I was so worried about paying taxes.
5. I tried to make Mother's day gifts only to be stopped by my stupid computer, AGAIN! Now I have to go to the computer store for help, AGAIN! I hate my computer.
6. Lost the tv remote.
7. While digging through bedroom pillows trying to find the remote I found a half eaten meatloaf sandwich, which my son said he ate 3 days earlier, thrown behind my bed. It was stinky, crusty and mama was not happy because Cole got dessert for eating his dinner that night.
8. Cole pooped his pants. When he went to take off his underwear, poop smeared all down his leg.                      
              -Now he has poop all over his bottom and all over his leg.
Plus he is crying because I threw away his new underwear. I told him to get on the potty and go to the bathroom. His poopy hiney slimes up the toilet seat and he hops off because he is sliding around.
             -Poop on his hiney, poop on his leg, poop on the toilet.
Poop is still coming out of his hiney and is now plopping on the floor.
            -Poop on his hiney, poop on his leg, poop on the toilet and now poop on the floor,
I holler at him to get back on the toilet because its still coming out. Cole didn't believe me and reached back and touched his hiney with his hand.
             -Poop on his butt, all down his leg, on the toilet, on the floor AND all over his hand.
When I yell at him for touching his hiney, he wipes his hand on the wall.
           -Poop on his hiney, down his leg, all over the toilet, on the floor, on his hand, on the floor and now on the wall.
That's it, I've reached my limit, "Stop everything you are doing and get into the shower NOW!" Cole stormed off yelling, "You're not invited to my party!" The 7 year old in me is thinking, "Good, I don't want to go to your poopy party anyway."
9. The heat from the poop shower steams up the bathroom and sets off the fire alarm.
10. I practically ran out of the house screaming when the babysitter showed up at 3 and had to go to the store for a drink. I opened a bottle and hit the hard stuff, Dr. Pepper, on the drive to pick Case up from school Dr. Pepper.  I give up. I'm done adulating today.