Sunday

So aren't Sunday's supposed to be the of rest? But I swear after church can go one of two ways, good or bad. We'll it went bad. My kids ended up outside in the mud, Taylor got stung by a bee, Drew was caked in mud this all happened while I was making dinner. We should mention I made roast and it ended up being too dry. Also I wish our church was not at 1:00. Than since two out of four where acting out they went to bed at 6:30 pm.

Than I finally got he other two in bed, only to have every single child come out multiple times. I also wasn't feeling very good so I really needed to just sit down and rest. So when I saw Drew walk into the bathroom flush the toilet I was really hoping he didn't throw the handful of wipes in the toilet. But when I heard gurgling sounds, and he walked back by the bathroom and just stared I knew my worst fear had happened. The toilet was over flowing. But it gets better. Some didn't flush the toilet. So I have urine water all over the floor and our rug. I had to use about 4 towels. And I had to reach in (I know gag!) and get the clogged baby wipes out. Savannah was watching and she said, "Mom that makes me want to throw up!" I agree.

So finally about 9 pm all was quiet. We'll we can all hope for a better Sunday right?