One of those days!!

Do you ever wake up and lie in bed looking at the black cloud that is over your head and telling yourself "This is not going to be my day"? Well I woke up with a black cloud on my side of the bed today. It didn't help that Jackson woke me up 3 times last night.
Time #1 "Mom....Mom....MOM....I can't sleep. I've been awake for 6 hours and just can't sleep. (keep in mind this was at 11:45 and he went to bed at 9:30)

Time #2 (30 minutes later) "Mom...Mom....MOM....I keep having bad dreams.
My response to this was "I thought you couldn't sleep, how can you have bad dreams if you can't sleep?" Followed by "Get your butt to bed and lie there until you fall asleep"
(keep in mind I am battling a head cold and I need my sleep)

Time #3 "Mom....Mom....MOM...I have to go potty." Oh dearest Lord, I was almost 1 son short at that moment. He must have fallen asleep after that or he realized I was on the verge of making him sleep on the front porch because he never bothered me again. Then again he may have come back in and failed at waking me up!
I got an e-mail later in the morning from my husband saying this "I have a feeling Jackson caught a few too many fumes of the spray I was using in the basement for the corner-bead - - the same stuff that kept me on a high until 2am." (poor kid really couldn't sleep and it wasn't his fault...yes I will apologize).

Fast forward to this morning. I got up (reluctantly) to my alarm clock and proceeded to get ready for the daycare kids to arrive. Grant was the only one awake at this point. In the midst of blow drying my hair I kept hearing a noise. It went something like this.....THUMP...THUMP....knock, knock.....THUMP. Finally after about the forth thump I realized I had better check it out.
To keep the twins from slamming doors, pinching their fingers in doors and locking us out of their rooms I have been throwing a towel over the tops of their doors so it stops the door from shutting all the way (works great by the way). So I checked on Grant who was in his room. The door was shut tight. In my mid-morning stupor I figure he just locked it, no big deal. Well I turn the knob and it turns which tells me it is not locked after all. So why can't I open it?? I figure out immediately what had happened. The THUMPS were Grant shutting the door so forcefully that he shut the towel in with it. THE DOOR WAS JAMMED!! I tried and tried with all my might to open the darn thing. I pushed with all I had in me. All the while Grant is on the other side...in his room...alone.....telling me "just get a key mama" and "go find a key". He was calm....I wasn't!!
I even tried what the police do on t.v. to get in a door, which is to throw your shoulder into it. Nope didn't work.
Panicked I wake Jackson up.....what good this will do it beyond me but at this point I didn't know what else to do. Upon me telling Jackson that Grant was trapped he jumped right out of bed (because regardless of what he says he really does love his brothers). He tried one time to push the door open and says "He's stuck"!!
At this point I realize I need help. But who?? My neighbor next door was at work as was Jon who was an hour away. Grant can't be locked in his room for an hour. Fire department...police?? Who do I call for something like this?? This is ridiculous!!
I didn't have to call anyone thank God!
Anger is a very strong emotion. And I was angry! I took a run for it from across the hallway and didn't stop. I didn't care if it did hurt me I was running through the darn door! "Grant get back" I said and barrelled towards the door. And it worked!! Hallelujah it worked! He was free...and what did he do...he looked up at me, smiled, and said "I want a doughnut!!"

It didn't end there though....oh no....my day had just begun! As I walk down the stairs I noticed Rossco was sitting by the front door with his ears hung low. This is not normal! I got to the bottom step and noticed a familiar aroma in the air. Yep....you guessed it. Rossco peed all over the floor just minutes before my daycare kids are due to arrive. In a normal dog this wouldn't be such a big deal but my dog is not normal! He is half skunk. Really he is. He is a black and white cocker spaniel whose urine smells like a skunk had just got ran over by a mac truck! It's bad. Thank goodness for carpet shampooers. Quickly we get the machine running and sucking all the remnants of Rossco's skunk spray out of the carpet just in time for daycare child #1 to show up. I apologize for my house smelling like the monkey cages at the zoo and I think to myself "bad day is done". Right?? WRONG!

I'm hungry by this point having not had breakfast (I was a little busy saving my toddler from certain death and killing my dog). Doughnuts were going through my head ever since rescuing Grant so I decide "Doughnuts it is". I get the kids dressed. Get them loaded into the van and off we go. As I start to back out of the driveway I hear "CRUNCH!" And I know exactly what it is because I saw it. I knew it was there before I even started the van but for some reason forgot to move it out of the way. What was it you ask??? Jackson's beloved scooter! He has become rather attached to this scooter ever since he realized he knew how to do tricks on it (one trick). I get out to check the damage. Yep....the back wheel got smashed but I tried it out and it still works good enough! Will it still do the ONE trick...I have no idea but at this point I didn't care!! All I care about is getting some doughnuts and my day ending! I had just woke up and I already want to make the sun go down and get back into my lovely bed before Cooper decides he needs to keep up with his brothers and torture me!! Problem with that is whenever Cooper decides to torture me he always ends up in the ER. Please say a prayer!

Hopefully your days are wonderful and mine ends up getting better (it certainly can't get much worse)!!! By the way....the doughnuts were wonderful!