Oh Friday morning...why must you be so cruel.

I rolled out of bed feeling pretty refreshed and ready for the day. 
My kids were playing nicely for once, but it was time to start getting ready to take Payton to school. 

That's where relaxing and calm ended.  Abruptly.

That was when I realized:
1.  We have no cereal.
2.  I have to go into the school to pay latchkey.

Normally, I would just worry about Payton being socially acceptable to look at since he's the only one going in the school, but now we all had to look nice. 

Okay.  No biggy.  Payton's getting ready nicely, so I'll just focus on the girls.  I throw Maddie on the changing table to get her dressed.  Ella can pretty much dress herself.  This is going to be okay. 

Maddie's diaper exploded.  There are little urine soaked crystals all over her, and in her tantrum over having one fall on her hand she threw her legs up and a bunch of them went into her hair. 

Okay we can still deal with this.  Positive reinforcement for Ella for getting dressed and throw Maddie in the tub.  Of course I had no time to bleach the tub and if I don't bleach the tub, Maddie will end up with an abscess, so screaming Maddie standing in the tub and the bath is done.  Now Ella's mad because her pants won't button. 
Two screaming kids.
Get them both settled and dressed and rushed into the kitchen....crap.  No cereal. 
Okay, no biggy.  Cinnamon toast.
Get em' out and the kids are happy.
Brush Maddie's hair and we're running a little late, but not too bad.  I'm in pajamas.  Crap.
Rush off to get dressed, so no direct supervision and they start giggling.  Whatever.
Payton's glasses, hearing aids, coat, and hat and he's ready to go. 
"Girls come on, you can finish eating your toast when we get back"
TEMPER TANTRUM!
Ella refuses to leave the table so I do the mommy fake-out.  "Okay fine, Ella.  See you later."
Screaming.
Shove Payton and Maddie out to the car.
Doors frozen shut.
Crap.
Alright everybody in the driver's side and climb over the seats.  Launching Maddie over the seats and into the chair.  Straining to get her buckled into the car seat.  Coats and hats and car seats don't mash well.
Ella's now screaming at the front door and kicking the metal bottom. 
I'm sure the neighbors are enjoying this. 
Run in to yell at Ella and get her into a coat.  Carry her to the car and accidentally whack her head on the DVD player as I'm launching her to the backseat.  Of course. 
Screaming.  Screaming.  Screaming.
Still have to go in to pay latchkey so we're now late.
Get to the school and pull into a parking space and whip out the checkbook.
No pen.
Crap.
So now nobody but Payton is going in the school which infuriates the girls....AGAIN.
Walk Payton to the door and kiss him goodbye.
Back to the car and back to the house.
Back to the kitchen and back to my coffee.
Luckily, that crappy morning had NOWHERE to go but up. 
Mental note to Kelly:  "Remember this moment when you THINK you want another baby.  Remember Remember Remember."