Thursday - need I say more?

I'm at home. Finally. I just got the kids sat down with their lunches of pretzels, cheetoes and pineapple chunks I brought home from VBS. I'm wiped. This hard wood chair has never felt so comfortable. It's like muscle nirvana.
Today was crazy. We were late, but I wasn't going to stress about that. I figured it wasn't worth my sanity. So we get there and I'm dropping off Isla and Emily says "So did you bring me a bottle?" I'll pause here while you empathize with the immediate sinking of my already waning mood.

No. I didn't bring a bottle. Or any formula for that matter. I dropped off Selah Jade at her class and then begged my Mom-in-law to hold her pager and be in charge while I ran home with Noah in tow to get the bottle and formula sections that I had left on the kitchen counter.

I get back to the church and drop Noah at his class (that had been in the sanctuary when we left - so I couldn't drop him off) and they were just finishing up their craft - his favorite part. I gave him a laffy taffy from the adult snacks kitchen as a peace offering. All it did was make a big pink stain down the front of his new white shirt from not being able to fit the WHOLE THING in his mouth at one time. C'est la vie.

When I got to Selah Jade's classroom to pick her up and they started apologizing, my heart sank. There she was, cuddled up in a rocking chair snoozing away and had been for the past hour. Awesome.

I tried to get Noah to go to the bathroom. He protested and assured me he didn't need to go. As we're pulling out of the church parking lot, I hear "Mom, I have to go to the bathroom." Which was, of course, met with a barrage of "Too bad." "I told you to go in there." "Don't you dare pee in your pants." "NOT IN THE CAR." "Wait til we get home!" Etc.

By the way, Isla's skin is still falling off from her yeast rash. Is it 6 o' clock yet?