Screaming!

I should get in bed and try to fall asleep but I have too much on my mind. Jim is still away at camp with Zack. Naissa and Isaac really out did themselves with the messes today. I out did myself on the screaming. I gave myself a headache and started my period….now that’s screaming!
I think you might scream too if you found sunscreen sprayed all over your sliding glass door, dripping down onto the carpet and the gazillion play food toys that were dumped blocking you from getting to the door. I think you might scream if you found that the dishwasher full of clean dishes you were about to put away was also sprayed with sunscreen and every single cup and plate in there had greasy ass suntan residue on them. You might even scream if you found blue cupcake icing smeared all over the kitchen floor, front room carpet and a pile of clean clothes your kids had strung all over. If you didn’t scream over that, maybe having one daughter cut up another daughter’s shirt with scissors would do it for ya, or receiving a pink notice from the city of Clovis saying your payment has not been received…and the reason it has not been received is because you have no payment to send them, or maybe finding more than 50 dvd’s out of the cases, scattered about the front room most likely with new scratches on them or later finding more sunscreen all over the drum pads for the Rock Band game, or all the laundry you worked so hard on being scrunched down into the couch cushions as the kids walked across the couch pulling the clothes at the bottom of the formally neat stack. To top it off you find that same sunscreen has been sprayed on the only remaining rabbit and you have to now give the rabbit a bath, in a tub that some child has dumped their frosted mini wheats in and left them to dry permanently to the tub. If that isn’t bad enough, you find the musical tea set in the trash can right after you asked them to pick it up and put it away, or the unclaimed puddle of pee on the kitchen floor, or the child who awakens from his nap with diarrhea and you are already late to pick up another child from youth group. The bathroom and hallway look like someone has played a prank and TP’d them. The clothes you washed only an hour ago don’t smell fresh and are already drying in a heap in the washer before the dryer is ready with the previous load. The entire rack of clothes you have hung up has been knocked down and some completely off their hangers…then trampled on the floor by little feet with blue frosting on them. Different from the pile mentioned earlier. I think it was a scream worthy day. Try to play a game of Don’t Bug Me (like Go Fish) and a child purposely crunches up a card and blames a sib – The screaming is building up again. What the crap?
How much can one take in a single day?