To the mental hospital!

Yesterday was craziness. It was a holiday, so Kyrie was home from school. She hates missing school, especially for something as "dumb" as a holiday. Apparently being able to stay home and play all day inside and outside isn't fun unless it's a school-named Snow Day. Cambria is cutting a molar and is having a really hard time with it. I think I was able to put her down for maybe an hour total all day yesterday. As I was changing Asher's diaper, I had Cambria clammering all over me, crying for me to hold her, almost stepping in Asher's diaper in the process. Asher was rolling around trying to get away because I was taking too long wiping him. For goodness sakes, child, you're the one who pooed in your pants. I'm doing you a favor! Between his incessant rolling, Cambria crying, and Kyrie saying, "Mommy, look. Look, Mommy, I want to show you something. Mommy, watch me. Watch me, Mommy. MOMMY, WATCH ME. LOOK AT ME, MOMMY! WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME, MOMMY? MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOOOOOOMMY!" all at the same time, I very nearly committed myself to the mental hospital! And I fully admit that the fact that I may want another one in the next few years makes me even more insane.