What a Frustrating Seven Minutes!

Today started off wonderfully. The girls and I went shopping with my mom. When we got back I took the girls swimming for hours. We didn't come in until it was time for Jane to nap. Alice said she was tired too so I suggested we all have a nap. I told Alice to wake me up when she got up. Instead I woke up to a living room full of toys that she was claiming to be too tired to clean up and burst into tears when I told her she had to put her toys away.

And while she did put them away, she did not do so before I stepped on a train causing me to step on several other painful, pointy toys and scared Jane when I yelled out a mild expletive in reaction to the searing pain in both feet.

I left the living room and went to the kitchen to grab dinner (leftovers from last night) and she had decided to leave a full glass of lemonade perched precariously on the edge of the fridge shelf - it fell over as the door opened and spilled right into dinner. No biggie, until the cup kept rolling and fell on my foot - luckily it didn't break, though I think it might not have hurt so much had it broken and the force was transferred all over the place rather than directly onto the knuckle of my big toe. Then, after making sure I was ok (after yet another expletive...this time it was less mild) Alice started to cry because that was apparently the last glass of lemonade.

I sighed and I threw out dinner. I then picked up the glass, checked it for cracks or anything. I didn't see any so I decided to put it on the counter to be washed. It decided to go postal and break into 20 little pieces (ok, medium sized pieces) and this is the ONLY time out of the 4 other times I've broken one of those glasses where it didn't break into two or three neat little pieces.

After cleaning that up I was pretty ticked. The final straw when Alice asked where her lasagna was. I sighed and came to the bedroom to hit a pillow.

I think I'm all good now.