Sometimes you just have to laugh....

Remember this post where I discussed that sometimes God has to remind me that I am not in control, He is? Well apparently I haven't learned my lesson yet.

Let me preface this by saying I am not really complaining about what has happened this morning....I am beyond that. Now I just have to laugh about it. So really it all started last night when I was at the grocery store. I am taking dinner to a sweet friend tonight who just had a baby, so I had to go to the store after I picked the boys up to get supplies. Well Matthew wasn't too cool with that plan and straight up melted down in the middle of the store. I'm talking a full blown screaming, sweat pouring down his face, little fists shaking, melt down. And as a side note...has anybody noticed that the stupid grocery carts at HEB do not have enough room for a infant seat AND a toddler?! What the crap is that all about? So Matthew is sitting in his seat freaking out and poor Jonathan has to stand up next to him. It was an all around super great party. And to make it even more fun, some lady stops me and says "You need to pick him up...." Oh no she didn't just call me out on my parenting!!! Don't people know not to mess with a poor mom who is obviously in the middle of a situation? Oh and I forgot to add that out of the 3 prescriptions I was waiting on, the stupid HEB pharmacy had NONE of them in stock. Not one. So I get to go back this afternoon.....yay.

Fast forward to this morning....Matthew woke up at 2:50, 4:20, 5:40, and 6:10. I mean, that stinks as it is, but when you are trying to get ready for work and your sweet little cherub keeps waking up, that is no good. So I finally get ready, Matthew and Jonathan both wake up for good and the situation is finally under control. At 6:40 (a little late already) I pick up 2 diaper bags, my school bag and Matthew in his car seat and head for the door. Right then, I hear the sound that brings chills to every mother in the world....that gross, gagging cough that implies something more than a cough is about to come out of your kid's mouth. I look at Jonathan just as he barfs all over the floor, his shoes, his clothes and then he starts crying. So my arms are full, Matthew is screaming (because let's face it, my poor kid will NEVER like his carseat) and Jonathan is crying and covered in barf. Quickly, I change his clothes and shoes, give him a spit bath with the good smelling soap (you know...basically a cologne bath...) and we hurry into the car. Now before you point your judgey fingers for sending him to school, let me clarify that it wasn't sick throw up, just the kind that happens when they drink a whole sippy cup of milk and then run circles around the house. He basically just choked.

And then the icing on the cake....I go to open the door to get Jonathan out of the car and stick my hand in a huge pile of bird poop. Seriously. It was super, super disgusting. And this coming from the girl who just cleaned up a gallon of barf up off her floor and child.

After all this, as I was driving to school and literally laughing out loud about the chaos that is my life....this song came to my head. If you don't want to watch the whole thing, here is the chorus...

"Sounds like life to me, it ain’t no fantasy
It’s just a common case of everyday reality.
Man I know it’s tough but you gotta suck it up
To hear you talk you’re caught up in some tragedy
But it sounds like life to me"

Yep...that sounds about right :)