One of THOSE days

You know.  The kind that starts at 4:15am when you're woken up out of a dead sleep by a blood curting, teething induced scream.  You go to eat your breakfast and remember you ate your last muffin yesterday morning.  So you make more, only to have to share your muffin with not only your kid, but also your dog.  Or fight him off the whole time.  Then you go on walk, only to stop every block or so because your dog is walking you.  And that's NOT allowed.  You get back and let your kid play in the sprinklers, I mean mud.  You finally say it's enough and take his diaper off only to discover that at some point while playing in the mud, he pooped.  And you're outside.  With no wipes.  You take him in, stick him in the sink and get the sprayer out after his hiny.  Then have to bleach the sink.  You go to get dresses and have to repeatedly say, stop climbing on him; be nice; don't lick Cole; Cole, be nice; don't touch his weener; stop poking his weener!!  And then it's nap time.  And you reamp for the afternoon......