One of those days

Today was one of those days.
The kind of day where you just can't take anymore in.
You can't cope with anyone changing your schedule or any other detail for that matter.
You can't handle things not working out or being late or not being able to find two shoes that match or even fit, or kids whining that they are hungry when you already fed them but they didn't want what you served them.
You can't deal with oblivious people who don't even notice that they have stopped in front of you and are now blocking your view of your daughter's performance.
You can't pretend to care about those things you don't care about.
Today was one of those days.

Sick kids. Second day home from school. Can't get the nose to dry up or the wheezing/barking cough to stop. Love them but it changes what I can get done from something to nothing.
Dentist appointments all around, get this kid from that school and that kid from this school and somehow get there on time. No A/C. Hot. Stuffy. Hard to breathe. Sweat beading up. Why did we have four kids go in at the same time again?
Tae Kwon Do immediately after. Tantrum in the car. Shirt has stuff on it. Why didn't I wash it? How could I know it was dirty when it has spent the last week under your bed?
Drop other child at school to get ready for band performance. Doesn't have Red band shirt. Call dad. Can't find it anywhere. Promises made that WILL be broken. Go home get dad. NO RED SHIRT. Get a call from child. Need Red shirt in 5 minutes. Crazy laughter heard coming out our mouths as strands of our hair fade to gray. Grab substitute shirts. Get everyone back in car, drive back to school. Find child, give choice of shirts, child takes one and leaves. Never changes. WTF? End up spending money on hot dogs, to shut kids up and to not look like bad parents who don't feed their kids. Cell phone rings. Jim walks away. Water spills. Kids run wild. Noses run wild. Get extra napkins. Smallest child hiding. Smallest child didn't say he had to use the bathroom. Smallest child has runny carrot and ??? poop running down legs. Jim tightens face and grabs smallest child's hand. Use water bottles to wash child down before wrapping him in picnic blanket. Smallest child taken to car. No clothes but Jade's shirts and an old diaper in glove compartment. Mom drags remaining kids through open house classes, nodding yea, yea, uh-huh, that's nice, anything else? okay let's go. Back to the car, see Jim carrying smallest child. Wishing to God that child is not naked underneath that big shirt. He's not. (previously mentioned diaper was put on) Get in car head home. Stress of the next few tomorrows starts seeping in. before even done stressing about today.

All you who are weary and burdened....come to ME (says the LORD) and I will give you rest.
(Matthew 11:28)

Here I come Lord....here I come.