Okay....I go to get a shower and my toothbrush is gone...I don't know where it could have gone, but it disappeared...so now my teeth are grungy...
I get the kids and Hannah is standing there in her naked baby glory with the pooped diaper thrown on the floor and poop all over her little fingers, down her legs and on her nose....I have to take her and drop her in the bathtub...now their room stinks and I have to change the sheets and blankets, pick up the dirty diaper which at this point the dogs have chewed and febreeze and vacume the room...just the thing I want to do at 8 a.m.
Downstairs and I get the kids cereal...I make my coffee...the dogs pee on the floor...I am out of paper towels because of the dogs peeing on the floor like every time I turn around...I mop up the pee with some napkins and mop the floor meanwhile my older dog is laying on top of the kitchen table...I yell, she gets down..we do this a few times until the coffee is done.
Get the kids fed and watered and take the dogs out...the puppy is busy chasing every car and leaf that goes by pulling my arm out of socket....
Inside again...Olivia is yelling at Hannah...she says, and I quote "Hannah, I need some personal space", wow...she's 4 and needs personal space?  What is she going to do when she is an adult?
Coffee is done, Hannah is chasing me around yelling "coffee, coffee, coffee" I drink as fast as possible to ensure that I get it...she then steals my cup and yells coffee for a minute while I wrestle the cup from my 22 month old child's grip!
The dogs are fighting and the kids are screaming....goooooood times!
This is one of those days when I just repeat to myself, over and over, I love my life, I love my life, I love my life...