Lord help me!

mamarazzi

I did, thank God, get out of the house.  But I had to rush because I told my friend I'd watch her little boy.  And, of course, neither of the boys were at ALL cooperative in the store.  Law decided the picture frames I was purchasing were a "chair" and proceeded to sit on them.  Andersen puked prunes everywhere and then fussed unless I was holding him.  Also, I looked like a total momhag.  I showered, but didn't dry/straighten my hair and have stopped wearing makeup because my eyes are so itchy and swollen that it's rubbed all over my face before noon every day. 

I'm now trapped here with two crazy toddlers who are trying to one-up each other in the volume and violence departments and a needy baby who doesn't know what he needs.

FML.

Is it naptime yet?  Is it?