One of those days......

I wanted to take the children to the pool today. We haven't really gotten to go this week, because they haven't been getting their work done. But, today I was determined. We pay for the pool, so by gosh we're going to use it. It took several hours of "pulling teeth" to get everyone to do their jobs. We finally got to the pool around two in the afternoon. Everyone was having a good time, except the baby who for some reason today decided he didn't want to be in the water. I've got to watch four children, so for part of the time I made him. Bad idea. Something happened that startled him and he let out quite a scream. I was so busy trying to figure out what happened to him that I didn't notice he'd pulled the top of my swimsuit down so far that my left breast had popped out. That is no easy feat. After nursing four young 'uns those things hang down so far I didn't think that was even possible. I covered myself up, while turning extremely red and tried to hide for a while.
We got home in time for me to make dinner, but everyone was exhausted and grumpy. The oldest took off to hide and read. Rachel disappeared into her room. So there went my helpers. The youngest two led a chorus of tears the entire way through dinner prep. Neil cried every time I tried to put him down. Do you know how hard it is to make chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes with one hand? I had to pry him off and let him cry while I cut the potatoes though. During that time the four year old kept crying, "I hate what your making. Why can't I have Pringles for dinner?" the whole time I was cooking. Even though she's never actually even had it before. I kept calling the older two to come help, which they would for about 15 seconds and then take off again. I'm actually still too annoyed to deal with that at the moment. I'll have to do that later when I'm more calm. At some point during the chaos, Brent came home, grabbed his golf clubs, and took off for the golf course. I'm not exactly sure when though. Not sure I know how to keep this dinner warm, so his will have to be a reheat.
I think I want to put everyone to bed early, curl up on the couch and watch and episode of MI-5 tonight. Hopefully typing this will be therapeutic.