why some mothers go mad

I have a lot of things to do today. It's one of those days where I just really need my kids to be AMAZING. No melt downs, fighting, freak outs, craziness. I need them to be helpful, good listeners, play by themselves and not get into any trouble.

I tried to tell the 4, 2 and 1 yr old this but they seemed to forget right away... like first thing this morning.

So, let me draw a picture for you of what our mornings look like.... Everyone gets up, we change diapers, some of us get dressed and we go downstairs. This next part is very important. We babies (the 2 and 1 yr old) get a cup of milk and a bottle of milk. It's most urgent that we get this right away or we will probably have an immediate melt down.

Here are the culprits of this mornings events:

So, today I get Jace's milk and I warm up Ava's bottle and I turn around to put the top on it and its NO WHERE. And I ask the 2 and 1 year old where they put it.

Nada. they give me nothing.

so I get on my hands and knees. and scour the floor.

nowhere.

I open the fridge and look everywhere.

I empty the dishwasher (thinking Jace may have put it in there because it was open during the milk process)

it's not with the clean dishes.

Meanwhile Ava is getting more and more agitated and upset.

So I put the milk in her sippy cup.

She takes one look at it and throws it. and begins full force screaming.

We only have one bottle in this house. This is not looking good.

SO, my heart is starting to race and I am asking the 2 and 1 yr old again, "where did you put the bottle top!!!???!!!". They just look at me. Except now Jace is covering his ears and yelling "It's to loud!!!" because Ava is screaming at the top of her lungs.

So, I go back into the kitchen and do the following:

1. crawl on my hands and knees on the floor
2. empty the entire top of my fridge
3. look in the microwave
4. open every drawer and cabinet in the kitchen
5. look in the dishwasher
6. look in the dirty dishes in the sink
7. look in the garbage and in the garbage disposal

Did I mention that at this point Ethan is up in his room screaming and crying "mamas!!!!" because apparently he was upset that we came downstairs without him and he was pretty darn ticked about it.

So I throw my hands up in the air and am about to start crying myself and all of the sudden a light bulb goes off in my head...

and I run in the living room and say "Jace, give me your milk cup!"

I open it.

There is the bottle top.

Ava gets her bottle, Ethan and I have a talk, Jace is happy everyone is calm, they all get their breakfast and I need counselling.