How to salvage a day gone horribly awry

So you woke up too late to see your husband off to work with a decent breakfast at all of 6:05 a.m.

Bible time? Not happening.

Your barely verbal 3.5 year-old can't seem to remember that hitting is not o.k.

And your almost 10 year-old has, for some unknown reason, become Mr. On the Verge of Tears.

And the phone keeps ringing.

And the dishes still haven't made it from the sink to the dishwasher.

And, my goodness, will the 23 month-old quit tangling himself in your skirt?
Did you seriously just hear yourself say that the preschooler could watercolor?
Ignore the phone. Ignore it.

I think your 8 year-old just said that he can't find his math book.
The oldest wants to know if that's an interjection when it's used that way. Think fast!
And oh, golly ... it's only 10 a.m.

Time to reconsider the concept of "plan" and go with the much more likely concept of "survival." Let's all study Roman architecture by means of sugar cookies. How's that sound, guys?





And that, my friends, is how you salvage a day, tastefully.