Baked goods blues!

K so have you ever had one of thoes days where you were just in a funk? And I'm not talking about how just stuff goes not your way and things fall apart. I'm talking about one of those days where you go running from your basement upstairs, streak through the kitchen grabbing any and all baked goods in your wake. Hurtling down the hallway pinballing off the walls as you try to keep your balance and keep all the pilfered baked goods in your arms, only to launch yourself in bed, throw the covers over your head and sob uncontrolablly to your kids to "Just leave me alone" As you shove loaves of bananna bread and chocolate chip cookies into your mouth and search frantically for every crumb that you dropped in the sheets cause you don't want any eviedence left behind for your hubby to find later when he gets home. Umm yeah so I'm having one of THOSE days. It started of simple enough. I woke up to Gabby in our bed jabbing her FREAKING cold talons into my side and my husband trying to "nicely" wake me up to get the kids ready for the day. Well I'm sorry but I don't care how "nice" you are being, but anything that happens before 10 am needs to be done with that person wearing a helmet and other protective gear because this lady just doesn't do "Good mornings" Do you hear what I'm saying? K so anyway after making breakfast, lunches, doing showers, hair, and finding the always lost and impossible to find shoes. I was finally ready to start my day. And I have to say that I was doing really well. I found a smoking deal on the gift that My sisters and I are giving my dad for his big 5-0 and I was able to get rid of the bunkbeds that have been taking up space in my storage room since before Christmas. I had already done 2 loads of laundry and my house was clean! "insert choir of angels singing here" Yes it was going very well but I just couldn't shake this feeling of unease and doom. I knew deep down that something was coming and it was coming fast! I could feel it creeping up on me as I walked downstairs into the impending doom of our dungeon (also known as the laundry room) The overwhelming feeling of nausea and unrest started to sink in deeper as I approached the dryer to take out the kids clothes. As a reached into the hirroble snarling beast also know as the dryer the feeling became too much and that's when it happened. This horrible awful thing that threw my whole day into a dowward spiral of chaos, tears and baked goods! I fear that my life may never be the same again. But at least I now know that I should always check the laundry after I have let Dallen let me load the clothes into the dryer. After all he was just trying to help me make the clothes pretty. And to answer your question. Yes at one time that was a box of crayons.