Could it get any worse?

Apparently yes.

Last night we decide to go out to dinner with the kids and to the toy store. We stopped at the restaurant then headed to the toy store nearby. Scott had a toy that he wanted to buy with his allowance. I had told him that the store might not have it and what do you know they didn't. He had a melt down but we were able to work through it. Could it get any worse?

Yes. We went to the restaurant and got seated. Scott needed to go to the bathroom so my husband took him. Kate loves her dad and as soon as he left she went into melt down mode. I could not get her calmed down. Could it get any worse?

Yes. My husband came back and she continued to cry on and off for about 20 minutes and there was no putting her in the high chair he had to hold her the whole time. Luckily we were tucked back in a corner so there were only a few tables being inconvenienced by us. The service was really slow so the kids were very restless because they were hungry. Could it get any worse?

Yes. When the food finally arrived Scott wouldn't eat because the mac and cheese was too cheesy. Melt down #2. John wouldn't eat either. He loves spaghetti so I was surprised. I few minutes later he kneeled on his chair and started grunting. He is still in the process of potty training and he has only had one bm in the toilet. I grabbed him and headed off to the bathroom. I was carrying him and couldn't see everything in front of me and I ran into a waiter. No harm done, note to self - be more careful. We got to the bathroom pulled down his pants and he said he was done without even trying. Could it get any worse?

Yes. Now that Kate had eaten she was quite happy however wanted to roam. We let her roam for a minute because we were in the "let's eat as fast as we can so we can get out of here" mode. John got down from his chair and got down on all fours and started grunting again. Once again I picked him up and headed for the bathroom. This time I was more careful and stayed closer to the walls. As I reached the lobby and rounded the corner I tripped on the leg of a chair that was bolted to the floor. I tried to recover but fell with John in tow. Could it get any worse?

Yes. I landed on my elbow on the tile floor and my leg was on top of John's foot. Of course the employees were right there asking if I was ok. I kept telling them I was fine. I was quite embarrassed! I wanted to get up immediately and at least sit in a chair so I didn't look so stupid but as I tried I got very lightheaded because of the pain so I couldn't get up. I told the employees I thought I was going to pass out but I would be fine. Then they asked if they needed to call 911 or get a manager. I was very disoriented at the time and asked them if they could get my husband because I couldn't tell if John was ok. I thought for sure he was hurt although he wasn't crying just kind of giving me the "what did you just do to me" look. My husband came out and helped me up. The manager came over and asked if I was ok. I told them I was but I was very nervous because my leg and elbow hurt so bad. I was able to walk so we high tailed it out of there. Could it get any worse?

Yes. I was in a lot of pain by the time we got home but we got the kids ready for bed and all laid on our bed for a few minutes. John once again started grunting so I took him to the bathroom and he successfully pooed in the toilet however I knew there was more to come. We laid down and again he started grunting. I just let him go for it. After all he had a diaper on. I heard lots of squishy sounds which is unusual for him. But I thought good, he's getting cleaned out. I started to change his diaper which was full to almost overflowing and before I was done he was going again. I was trying to maneuver the diaper so none of it would get on the bed or his pajamas. It was gross and I was lucky to get everything on top of the diaper. Could it get any worse?

Yes. Finally all the kids were in bed and we went to bed too. I had a hard time falling asleep because I was in so much pain. I fell asleep around 1:30 and at 2:30 I heard Kate crying. It wasn't an "I'll fall back asleep in a few seconds cry," it was a "something is wrong" cry so I got up. I went into her room to find her throwing up the spaghetti from dinner. It seemed like forever before she stopped. After she stopped I got her up, gave her a bath, changed her sheets and put her back to bed. I fell back asleep around 3:15. Could it get any worse?

I don't think so, at least not for that day.