A Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day!

Today sucks! It's the kind of day where you'd love to crawl back into bed, pull the covers over your head and sleep until it's tomorrow. It's a terrible, no good, very bad day!

Baby woke up at 4am for his sleepy snack (pretty normal), but he felt like having a little party, so it took about an hour to get him back into bed and asleep.
Then at 6am I hear the baby monitor beeping like the batteries are dying, but it's plugged in. Lean over and sleepily turn it off and take it off the base, when I feel water? Has condensation gotten into the baby monitor??
Back to sleep I go until 7am, when Trent comes parading into my room and throws my covers back. Then I discover that the "moisture" I was feeling in the baby monitor base was actually battery 'juice' that had leaked out. Awesome.
My throat starts to tickle.
Baby poops right out the leg of his jammies, which I had planned on just keeping him in.
Baby then pukes all over me and his second outfit of the day.
By the time I get Sawyer and I changed I come out to the kitchen to discover Trent staring blank faced at teletoon retro and half his bowl of cereal sitting, disgustingly soggy, in front of him. "There's no time for this! You can have a banana in the van."
Throw some clothes on Trent, which I'm not entirely sure are clean, and race to get both kids buckled into the van and on our way.
Look at the clock and we're already late for school. I seriously dislike being late for any reason other than the starbucks lineup being too long.
Get Trent to school, 10 minutes late, and on the drive baby has thrown up on himself again.
Get a call that the repair company can't come look at my broken dryer until Monday at the earliest. AWESOME!  I see visions of pukey and poopy baby clothes dancing in my head.
My nose starts to sniffle.
Go to a friends to hang out while Trent is at school, and although it was great to hangout and be with another adult, Sir Sawyer is too cool to nap. So he gets fussier and crankier.
Pick up the boy from school and decide that I really want a BLT for lunch, but we've got no bacon. To the store, boys! At the store, Sawyer wakes from his 10 minute car nap and Trent RUNS full tilt down every isle pretending to shoot bad guys with his invisible bow and arrow. In and out as quick as it's humanly possible to buy bacon and tomatoes with two littles.
Get home and Trent has decided he ABSOLUTELY will not eat a BLT. After 20 minutes of hmmm'ing and hawwwww'ing he decides he will eat an egg sandwich. This is when Sawyer decides that he's had enough of sitting or laying someplace other than my arms. Grrrreeeeaatt!
Sandwiches made and mostly eaten, I go to feed the baby and SURPRISE, he pukes all over me and himself again.
My head starts to feel foggy and I can feel pressure behind my eyes and nose.
A-W-E-S-O-M-E!
Throw a small load of laundry on and remove all the lovely crusty towels off the drying rack; baby is screaming, Trent is covering his ears and singing a song about how loud and annoying his brother is.
Time to feed the baby again, in hopes of getting him down for a late afternoon nap.... throw my boobie heating gel pack into the microwave (yes, the vasospasms are back) and POP! The gel back explodes in my microwave.
My eye starts to twitch.
Clean up the microwave to the tune of screamy baby and the looney tunes theme song turned up as loud as the tv will go.
Now it's 4pm. I've finally gotten the baby down. I've told Trent that as much as I love him, I just need some time to myself and he's got to entertain himself right now. And I'm about to head down to my basement and kick my broken dryer, then nicely hang up all the baby clothes and hope they dry quickly.
Today has really been a terrible, no good, very bad day indeed... Thank goodness for tomorrows!

Edit: *** and not 10 minutes after posting this blog, Trent says to me "Mummy, I see you have tired eyes. I'm going to go play in the basement (which never happens) so you can have some quiet time (which also never happens!) AND landlord just calls and he found someone to come look at my dryer TOMORROW!!! Ok maybe today is only a terrible no good, somewhat bad day