Who says quickies are bad?

OK. This is going to be a quick recap because it's 12:30 in the morning, I'm about done with my last beer, and I need to get up early to get Grace ready for daycare. So, in the past 24 hours, the following things happened...

~ Got three prank calls in a row last night, at midnight, all from the same stupid teenage girls until on the third time, I flipped out, called them "fucking little assholes" and told them they were pranking a cop's house (obviously not true). They didn't call back.

~ Called the doctor's office and organized to go pick up Grace's immunization records for kindergarten registration on Wednesday. *sniff sniff*

~ Went to the appliance store and ordered our refrigerator and picked up our griddle attachment for our stovetop.

~ Took the girls to visit with my MIL a bit.

~ Was thrilled when she gave me $$$ to get the girls some lunch at Burger King.

~ Came home and found out the griddle we/they ordered won't fit. Shit.

~ Cleaned the living room from top to bottom, including under furniture.

~ Got a call from my dad that my sister was walking her two horses (I mean dogs), slipped on some ice, snapped her leg and was currently in the ER in tears. (Reason # 1,232, 345 why I will never own a dog.)

~ Took the girls outside after Hannah's nap in an attempt to give them some fresh air. I swear I wasn't trying to tire them out so they'd go to bed early... Honest.)

~ Brought them back in when they kept fighting over the sand shovels.

~ Took a lot of deep breaths, trying not to yank my hair out or harm my children.

~ Threw Grace in the shower in a n attempt to seperate the little heathens, even if just for a few minutes.

~ Found out that after seeing a specialist, my FIL's girlfriend "only" has stage 3 cancer and the doctors think she'll be just fine after treatments.

~ Talked to my sister, whom informed me that she can't even pee right anymore because she can't bend her knee because of the cast on her leg, so she has to hold her leg up in the air while she's on the toilet. Dear god, Kristin. An little TMI, my friend.

~ Told her I'd come over tomorrow to help her bathe. (I was kidding. Let her stink. I bathe enough people in my life.)