After fielding 5 phone calls pertaining to preschool registration; asking Kade to get dressed 10 times; spraying both kids down with sunscreen; packing up towels, snacks and drinks; chasing Liv through the house in a desperate attempt to get her to put her shoes on; and treating a low blood sugar that leveled me just when I had everyone and everything ready to go; we were finally out the door and on our way to Kade’s first day of swim lessons at the local pool. As I pulled out of the garage, the skies opened up and the downpour began. Kade was bummed, but it was pretty chilly and even if the rain hadn’t started it would have been too cold to swim, so I ran back inside for the kids sweatshirts and decided to run some errands instead.

I had a list of things I needed to get done. We only made it to one stop. The family-owned, Italian grocery store up the street, Alesci’s, proved to be all we could handle today. Liv refused to be put in the cart with a screaming, kicking fit. She then sat on the floor while I was picking up pizza cheese and removed her shoes, left them there and took off running down the aisle. I caught her and wrestled her into the cart, which caused her to yell and cry while I threw the other items I needed into the cart in an attempt to get the hell out of there without further incident. When we were checking out she stood up in the cart and as I went to sit her back down I realized that she had peed and it had leaked out of her swim diaper (this is the second time she has soaked through one of these things, which makes me look at a kiddie pool full of swim-diaper clad toddlers in a whole new way) through her suit and all over the back of her dress. I took her out of the cart so she could walk to the car and she decides to lay on the floor at the checkout and refuses to get up even with the threat of me leaving the store without her. So I exit the store with four bags on my arms, a pee-soaked screaming toddler desperately trying to get me to put her down, and a sad 4-year old who would rather be swimming holding onto my shirt because both hands were already occupied.

I need a nap, and a miracle to help me get the rest of my list checked off. At this rate it’s going to take all week…