Comic Relief, 24hrs in my day.

I was thinking about all the stuff that I did in the last 24hrs on Thurs and thought wow, this is a reality tv show, so here it goes:

530am-wake up, crying, dressing, feeding, driving, daycare, work
7-drop of kids to daycare, drop off car to repair shop
7:15-repair shop doesn't have a car to drive me to work till 730, when I requested it for 7am, so walk to work
7:30-3:45-work
4-walk to pick up kids from daycare, hubby gets car from repairs and gets us (once again no car to pick up, so hubby walks and is not too content)
4:30-home
4:45-hubby goes golfing (lucky duck), I get dinner ready
5- eat :)
5:30-its gorgeous out, walk to the park :)
5:50-"mommy I pooped" (she wears underwear)
6-back home, playing outside :)
7-bath, baby poops in bath and plays with it...yum, still funny though :)
8-bed :)
8:30-I weigh myself, not so happy with it so I eat banana bread and ice cream because that would solve the problem!! :)
9-I'm tired but I look at my p90X and know I have to do it
9:30-well I tried but 30min was enough, I have no will power
10-clean kitchen, make lunches for tomorrow
11:10-washer machine overflows and floods the laundry room and some parts of the basement
12:10am-clean up as best we can, bed, husband "set the alarm for 3am so I can move the fans" ; me "no" him "yes"
3:40am- alarm goes off, he moves the fans
4am-baby wakes, change, bottle, sleeping
4:30am-ahh back in bed for a millisecond
5am-"mommy I pooped", crying in my head :O
530am-ahh another day!

I wish my new day went better but it didn't go so well either, I have to laugh though because I am so blessed with my life and there is so many things that could go wrong besides a flooded washing machine and a little girl that is afraid to poo on the potty.

So fingers crossed that my work doesn't blow itself up in this economy, however we are a ticking timebomb at this point and that my husband's grandma can pass away peacefully or fight like a tough old lady that she is. (that was my news for my new day)