You know its going to be a great day when...

...you open your clothes dryer to find that a rogue orange crayon made it's way in with your clothes. That's the kind of day I'm having. I guess the 'fun' started last night. Isaiah decided a week or two ago that he wouldn't sleep in his crib, so we set up his big boy bed. But not only did he decide he didn't like the crib, but that he wanted to get up and mess around. So we've been laying with him until he falls asleep. Last night, I laid down with him, and of course fell asleep in a very awkward position. When I woke up at about 11pm, my left arm was numb and there was a serious crick in my neck. No big deal. All hope of a restful night was gone when Isaiah woke up fussing at 1:30, 3:00, and 5:15, but of course when it was time to get up to take Jacob to school, he was sound asleep and quite ticked at Mommy for disturbing his slumber. A quick trip to the bathroom, I notice that the toilet paper is out, after it was too late, and that the package is out of reach. I usually check before sitting, but in my partially awake state, I didn't. Love it. After coming downstairs for breakfast, I step in a pile of fresh cat puke, strategically left on the part of the rug so that it blends in. Nothing will wake you up faster than feeling warm puke squishing between your toes. Before I could stop myself, I uttered some profanity, and quickly noticed Jacob and Clara standing right behind me. That will be a great new vocabulary word Jacob is sure to tell his teacher about. I get the kids their cereal, and being the entrepreneur that he is, Isaiah smashes the cereal with his spoon and dumps it on the floor. Thankfully he doesn't like milk in his cereal, so it's easy to clean up. After a fight to get out the door, the 5 minute drive to school was accompanied by 5 minutes of Isaiah screaming, and Jacob and Clara fighting over who gets to sit where in the van. Both booster seats are exactly the same, so I'm not quite sure why there is an argument. I guess they don't need a reason. When we get back home, Clara and Isaiah start playing quietly and I see that there is hope at a decent morning after all. I start tackling my bottomless laundry basket and I'm getting things done, in between trying to keep Isaiah from climbing the gates to go upstairs. He escaped once, and I found him by the toilet with the brand new roll of toilet paper unrolled and on the floor. Nice. Then the buzzer sounded that my load was dry so I go down into the basement, open the dryer door and what do I see? A melted orange crayon. Not only has it melted on top of the lint trap, but my dryer is covered in orange dots, as well as on my large load of Clara's clothes. I started laughing. If I hadn't, I would have cried, but the mornings events got to me and I realized that had I been on camera, it would have been some great comedy. I'm not sure if the clothes can be saved or not. Some weren't so bad. Some of the clothes were inside out, so it won't be noticeable. I'll deal with them later. But, I am going to have to go scrape out all the orange crayon of the walls of the dryer. That will be a fun time. And all this fun has happened by 10:30 a.m. Only God knows what else is in store for me today:)