"Mother-Hood is a War zone"

So I had one of those crazy days on Monday and thought to myself...I am going to write this down so that my kids can read it when they are older and see how much they put me through, "Motherhood is a War zone!" I am definitely on the loosing side at all times it seems. So we had family pictures planned on Monday night about 5:30 p.m. First of all, it took a lot of coaxing and finally begging for Dan to even agree to this. This would have been our first attempt at a family picture since we've been married 8yrs ago. Anyway Monday's are quite hectic at times because I babysit Melissa's two little girls all day, so I have 4 kids under 4 which is a handful when things are running smoothly. Well the day started out good, and I am thinking great if I can just get kids down for naps at a good time then I can start getting us ready at 3:00 p.m. (I had to shave, pluck eyebrows, etc) so I was leaving myself plenty of time, just for those "oops moments, or mommy help me moments" anyway like a said everything was running smoothly until it started to trickle rain, first I thought crap we can't take pictures in rain, and then thought well it will probably pass by evening. Well Melissa's 4mo old was not sleeping well at all, and I had tried to wrap her in a burrito and put her in the crib and she was crying trying to fall asleep, then I was hurriedly picking things up and the three other kids were in the garage playing with the garage door down, and the door was propped so I could hear what was going on; well I heard the garage go up because Brody can push the button from inside the car, and before I could get out there he had crawled under the crack and tromped in mud (in his brand new Sunday shoes)! that would have been fine but then he proceeded to crawl into the car I had just vacuumed out and got mud all over inside, when I got out there I croaked (you've all had that moment when you think, what else is going to be added to my plate right now..."are you freakin kidding me" was my thought) so I drop him off into his room screaming, shut the door, then the girls who had been moody and whinny all day were crying so I dump Emmy in her crib...shut the door, all rooms were occupied with crying babies so I put Eliza on the coach, put a Binky in her mouth and gave her a blanket and said..."don't move!" So as I am in the bathroom scrubbing brand new Sunday shoes covered in clay thick mud with a toothbrush, 4 babies are screaming, and as I finish the shoes and move onto the car, I just kneel down by the opened door and join in with the "Cry-fest" going on inside the house. Sadly to say my family picture moment was crushed by the horrible weather, and the horrible, terrible, rotten good for nothing day ended, as I collapsed in my bed.