Madness...

This morning my three little ones had me feeling a lot like I needed to crawl into a corner and give myself a time out.  There are days where all goes well and I could win an award for 'mother of the year', then there are days like today; no amount of channeling Martha Stewart could make it all seem OK.

How do those super mums do it? Clean house - what's that about? You mean mops are for doing floors with and not weapons for the three year old to wield at his brother?? I had two screaming, one spewing and screaming, and whilst screaming and protesting about getting ready for school one such cherub was undressing himself faster than I could get the clothes on.  Shoes were missiles and snot bubbles were free for added effect. Can I step over the spew on the floor, while I chase the screaming cherub through the house?  Can I pry the still screaming one off me long enough to get a leg into my pants??  Can I leave that washing up??  Of course I can, not like anyone needs to eat off a plate tonight.  Did I mention the spew, because I am now wearing some on the new shirt I just put on.  Panadol, some for my thumping head, some for the baby's 39 degree temp - no wonder she's crying.  No such excuse for the shoeless two year old, still screaming at my pant leg.  Snot bubble gone, pants can multi task; it's a hanky for him.  Nice.  Where is the three year old? Still eating the breakfast he was served an hour ago, playing games on the laptop.  Quiet yes, but not when I attempt to dress him for school.  Trifecta: three in tears.  Me MAD.