One of those days

It's not a very good parenting day for me. Most days are good, and other days, well, not so good. The boys have had colds that just won't go away, so that means Caleb isn't sleeping very well. That right there makes me a tired and grouchy mom. I was supposed to go visiting teaching today, but it turned into a "drop off a little gift and give a quick scripture" visit. James woke up with his eye a little red, so no school for him. Andrew refused to go to Joy School, which is really unusual for him, so I figured, he must be sick. So all morning, it was chaos with my three boys. Caleb refused to nap, and James and Andrew were fighting/teasing (anyone who has ever been around children knows how that game goes). I desperately needed to go to the grocery store seeing as we are out of food. I was hoping to go during Mark's lunch break, but that didn't happen seeing as he got home at 12:30 and had to be back to work at 1:00. So, I did a really foolish thing. After lunch I took all 3 boys to the grocery store by myself. Caleb cried, which is normal, it's what babies do, right? But Andrew was all over the place. I even had strangers making comments, and that usually doesn't happen unless it is really bad. My favorite one was, (sales clerk to Andrew) "You better go listen to your mom." He had wandered off. So I gave him a choice, "you either sit in this cart, or walk and stay right by mom." He chose to stay by mom. Finally I made it to the check out. They all "helped" me put the food on the conveyor belt. I turned around, no Andrew. I started to call for him thinking he was just around the isle. Finally the sales clerk (unfortunately the same one who made the previous comment), says to one of the baggers, go and see if you can find a little boy wearing a red coat named Andrew. She asks me if I think he would go outside, and I replied that he would not. He knows better, so I thought. During all of this I am trying to hold Caleb who is crying and trying to shhhh James who keeps asking me if he can have some bubble tape. So the bagger comes back with Andrew, who had GONE OUTSIDE, and was trying hard to open the doors to come back in. (I guess automatic doors don't always see little people). The little stinker. I then put him in the cart while holding Caleb and he started crying that he didn't want to sit in the cart. Then, he peed his pants. I was furious. All the while this sales lady is telling me that her children may have gotten lost once or twice, but they never went outside by themselves. Whatever lady. Leave me alone. Once we got home, I just couldn't take it anymore. Caleb went right to his bed (where he is currently napping) and I spanked Andrew's butt, changed his clothes and sent him to bed (after a talking to). Before anyone calls CPS on me, the spank was not hard, just a swat, and don't judge me, you weren't there. It's been a long day. Mark and I were supposed to have a dinner tonight, but I called and cancelled the babysitter seeing as James has a red eye. So there you have it. My day thus far. It can only get better, right?