NSR...Good Day and Bad Day

Ugh...need to vent. Ignore this post since it is just me complaining...need to consolidate my thoughts before another day of "fun".

• Took C to her first ballet lesson. Tell me I am not the only mother in the parking lot stitching elastics into her leather ballet slippers at the last minute...I just can't be!
• While C was dancing (no mommies allowed), I went with Ave and cashed in my gift card I got for my birthday. I got Basic Grey's Indian Summer, Eskimo Kisses and Eerie plus some coordinating chipboard, stickers and favor boxes. I finally got my alcohol ink applicator and topped it all with a Jolly-by-Golly crafting kit (loves it).
• Took the girls home so A could have her second nap of the day which was 20 minutes...again. Ugh...she is such a nightmare by the end of the day with so little sleep.
• When T got home from school, I noticed his backpack had lost the zipper pull. Compound that with the insides falling out and some missing teeth from said zipper and I decided it was time to go get a new one. Plus, I thought I could keep Ave from driving me off the deep end with her persistent whining.
  
  Anyhoo, get there, get all three into the cart (since the older two said they were too tired to walk), and after a tussle between the older two (while I was getting my purse and canvas bags out of the car), the whole cart tipped over on its side. Fortunately Ave was strapped into her seat and didn't go anywhere but she was scared big time. After scolding the other two and putting them back into the car, I consoled Avery for the next 20 minutes (no lie) since she could just not calm down. I kept checking for bruises or something thinking she must be hurt but no, she was just freaked out.
  
  I know all about the safety rules with carts (i.e., that the kids aren't supposed to be in the buggy part) but jeebus, could I catch a break with kids who tell me that can't possibly bring themselves to put one foot in front of the other? I did go into the Wal-Mart 1/2 hour later with kids who couldn't be more conciliatory for fear that angry mommy resurfaced again. I was not about to let an opportunity to get an errand done pass me by...
  
• Dinner was mostly fine (save that a lot of it ended up on the floor in the form of crumbs). After dinner, T ran to the bathroom (he had been playing) and peed all over himself, the floor and the seat (he always waits too long!). I, of course, did not find this out until, yes, you guessed it, I plunked myself down on the seat. Argh!
• Finally got them to bed at 8:30 (Ave went at seven). Ave had a bottle at nine, and then woke up again at ten. At that time, she was absolutely inconsolable but I decided she had to sleep. After going in and seeing her every five to ten minutes, she ended up crying for 70 minutes straight before giving up (ugh...my nerves!). I tiptoed up to see her, and there she is playing with her feet and talking to herself...I thought "She's mocking me!". About ten minutes later, she was finally out for the count. (She did get up at three and five and then up for the day at 6:30 AM...she's killing me!).
• C was crying in the middle of the night that she was lonely in her bed. So, in my stupor, I laid down with her (something I wouldn't have done had I been at all cognizant). When awoken at three with Ave, I realized I couldn't move my head to the right (and still can't!). That is what I get for trying to sleep in a twin bed with a squirmy girl!
  

Okay, bad karma gone...off to face another day. If you made it this far, thanks for listening...