Nov 9-16

 On Thursday while Jeron was away it was a night from hell.  Here is the text I sent Jeron.  One kid pukes in the sink, it clogs! Said kid then decides to use my scrapping spatula to go down the drain, it gets wedged in the pipe and breaks! In the meantime I'm trying to move our van that has a dead battery. So we don't get a ticket. Two ornery kids come out to help. Finally we push it up the driveway into the garage. I then go back in the house to find in the puke bathroom the littlest has torn all the bows off the bow holder (which I happened to organize two days prior) I redo the bows and take apart the pipes under the sink. I go in my bathroom to empty the puke that has poured out of the pipes into a bowl. I find that the littlest has moved on to my bathroom and thrown all of the teeny tiny child's elastics all over the floor. As I walk in that child slips and smacks her head on the floor, because the next child from her left the bathroom sopping wet. I would like to say I laughed it off but nope. I didn't. I screamed, cried, and had a full on temper tantrum. It's nights like these that make me wonder "what is the maximum drop off age at the fire department. "Because frankly I'm done!!!!! In the morning I will love them all again...hopefully