One of those days

You know you are just having one of those days when all of the following happen at once: You are suffering from a crazy, immediate onset headache directly behind your left eye, while on the phone with the lady at the Thai Restaurant you are trying to order take out from, but you can't understand really what she's asking you and you just keep saying "Yes" and "Chicken" and then hope that whatever you actually DID order is tasty, all the while your 8 month old is furtively trying to shove dog food into her mouth and your two year old is standing on the trash can and you can smell that his diaper needs attention NOW and for whatever reason, you are still annoyed by the latest blog update from a newbie mom extolling the virtues of CIO and you find yourself wondering for the 103904983094823048th time if really, you shouldn't just do it, too, but then have the same gut feeling that it just isn't right for your family that you have every time you visit this thought. So... you mentally berate yourself again for letting the kids watch too much television, become melancholy that they both really really need hair cuts and loathe yourself once again for eating three more Reeses hearts after you were just complaining to your friend about your still squishy post partum belly.

But then, upstairs, while you are done changing your dear son's poopy diaper (the third!! that day) and you change your daughter's pants because they are wet from her having gotten ahold of your son's cup of water and dumping it all over the floor then proceeding to crawl through the subsequent puddle, you smell her head while putting on her socks and she smells like maple syrup (albeit due to the maple syrup flavored Gerber puffs she had been eating earlier - snack FAIL), and that maple syrup smell is sweet and pretty, and you are happy.

Update: So, my husband goes to pick up the Thai food, and here's the pick up transaction:

B: Picking up order...blah blah

Thai Restaurant Lady: Oh, so your wife called the order in.

B: Erm, yeah.

Thai Restaurant Lady: Why didn't she make you dinner?

I cannot believe I was judged by the Thai Restaurant Lady!

Oh, and instead of the Satay I ordered for Ronan, we got Pad Thai!