Mother of the Year? I think not.

So today was one of those days where situation after situation reminded me that I'm not even in the running for mother of the year. Here's how it went. I get up, feed the baby, try to convince my kids to eat the same thing for breakfast. I'm not going to make pancakes for Carter and eggs for Sydney. After I get the baby down for a nap, I let my kids watch too much T.V. because I really want to exercise and shower before Kindermusik. I take too long so naturally we are running late. I am frantically packing a lunch and loading the car with the necessities for an afternoon away from the house. On one of my trips inside, Sydney is standing just inside the door and I slam her heel with the door. She is screaming and bleeding. We finally all get in the car and I realize I forgot her backpack. I run back into the house and set the alarm off. I cancel it, grab the backpack and we are on the road. Garth calls from work. He is on the line with the security company; the alarm is going off. I rush back to the house and make sure the alarm is reset (it was, so the detour was unneccesary.) Music class goes fine then I run some errands on the south hill. I talked to my friend about when to trade kids this week and we decide this afternoon would be great. I ditch my kids and do some grocery and birthday shopping. I pick up my kids and head home as we pass by the elementary school at 5:40 I realize CRAP! today is Wednesday and Carter had soccer. I apologize profusely and I make it up to him with a lovely dinner of "leftovers, enjoy" (yes that is a Nacho Libre reference and yes my kids can quote that movie they have seen it so many times.) I clean up dinner and run off to Young Women's to play broom hockey with my Mia Maids. I just got home and kissed my kids goodnight (they were already asleep.) Thank heavens tomorrow is another day!