Lovely.

Brent is out of town today so the laws of nature in this house say that my day should turn out pretty crappy. So far, we are right on course. I had one of those mornings that made me question if I'm even capable of being a mother (at least, one who keeps her kids safe).

Because it's been so cold, the dogs aren't really interested in being outside for all that long. This morning, after 10 minutes of playing together in the wet and frosty grass and wallowing in the mud that it makes, they wanted to come back inside. When I cracked the sliding glass door to see if they were ready to come in, they busted through the door almost knocking me down and the caked on, muddy, nastiness that they left in their path could have made me cry in and of itself. It was obvious I would be cleaning up their mess for at least an hour.

So, I begrudgingly started sweeping, moping, vacuuming, scrubbing, and getting lost in my thoughts about how much the dogs suck, wondering what Brent was up to, and other totally random junk. I had completely dismissed worrying about what the kids could be doing (never mind that you can't really hear anything when the vacuum is running). All of a sudden, I saw Callie running by with two little shiny gold things. They were definitely nothing I recognized out of the toy box and something that was obviously small enough to be a choking hazard. So I hurried over to see what she was up to and... it was not good. Not good at all. My face flushed when I saw how she had been carefully organizing tiny pieces of BROKEN GLASS ORNAMENTS!

Those two little skid marks had gotten into the tree, torn down however many balls and pulverized them. I searched frantically for the remainder of all the glass and I just hope I found it all. It gave me flashbacks of that moment I saw Callie tumbling headfirst down the stairs.

Thanks to them, I probably just sprouted 4 more gray hairs. These kids are making me more butt ugly by the minute.

Turds.