When a sense of humor is needed...

I know it's long, but funny...Today began as any other day with Ron exercising and me in bed (you will understand in a few moments why I enjoy my cozy bed so much). We finally get out the door and on our way to the most beautiful place in St Louis...the Botanical Gardens. Any nature lover would go goo-goo over this place and if we are still here when our kids are older, I want to get a job at the Gardens. Anyways, so we are having a great time and then I get Becca out of her chair and she has had a huge blow out! While I change her, Jace finds water fountains and gets soaked. We carry on and Jace wonders off the path constantly to the point where I have to strap him in the stroller. After screaming for awhile, I let him out and he promises to obey me. Unfortunately, the Gardens have really cool gravel gardens that people can't walk on and they are right by the pathway. Poor Jace does not have the self control to keep himself from piles of these small rocks located right by a pond (who would?). Into the stoller I must constantly put him. We feed some huge fish in the pond and carry on our way. After an adventurous time at the Gardens, which I will insist Ron comes with me next time, we head home and are starving for lunch. As we sit down for the prayer on lunch, with Jace trying to get Elmo to close his eyes and Ronnie insisting that Elmo cannot close his eyes, I finally insist someone just pray! While Ronnie prays, Becca has another squirty poop. Oh no, I think, more poop! I am so hungry and just want to eat these chips and bean dip! I check Becca and as assumed, another blow out (cursed diapers!) So I poor the boys some milk and head upstairs to give the babe a desparately needed bath. As I am cleaning her off, I hear "Mom" in that tone from Ronnie that is not good. "What?" I almost cringe asking. "Jace put a chip and Elmo in his milk and it spilled." Oh fun. I always think about the saying "Don't cry over spilled milk" but when it's accompanied with everything else, I want to cry. So I clean Becca up and go downstairs to the mess and try to warm up my food. After telling Ron about the day over the phone, I turn and see Becca's arms pulled behind her back in an abnormal position and I quickly jump to discipline Ronnie. As I am distracted with him, Jace hits Becca on the head and she continues to wail. As I discipline Jace, he screams and so I take him up to bed. In the mean time, Ronnie yells from time-out that he needs to go potty. I tell him to go and I put Jace to bed and rush to get my screaming baby. I finally get a chance to warm up my food, again, and Ronnie wants me to put his belt on. I tell him to wait while I eat my food...mistake. He tries to wrap Becca in his belt the whole time, creating a noose for her. I try to regain my good mothering skills and give Ronnie a bite of food and tell him I love him. In response he tells me he shot me with his lasers (they apparently come out of his eyes as he puts his finger to his temple). Oh, the love! I finish eating and get up, having had Becca on my lap. She spews spitup all over and I again wipe up the floor that is still drying from the spilt milk. She is screaming and as I rock her to sleep, Ronnie tells me he has to go poop, with the belt coming off again. I have Ronnie go into quiet time after he does his thing so I can have a few moments to laugh at the day and tell myself that if this is the worst thing that happens, I am lucky! And this is what people mean when they say "Wow, you have your hands full!" What would life be like without the kiddoes? Boring!