Another jewel...

My friend and I have an ongoing joke that we are competing for Mother of the Year 2008. I called her today to tell her I put another jewel in my Mother of the Year crown. Amelia's mischief once again escalated to the point of severely frazzling this stay-at-home-mother-of-two. By 10:00, I was in tears. I even called Cory and gave him my two-week notice. He did say that I did not have that option, so I quickly asked for some vacation time instead. So for those who care to hear the details, I will continue the saga.
While I was folding laundry in my room, Amelia climbed to the second drawer of her dresser and found the Vaseline. By the time my every-three-minutes check came due, she had schmeared half the container onto everything she could reach while perched in the drawer. Such a vantage point for a small child. Look at all this fun stuff I have been missing! Unfortunately, she had also been playing dress-up earlier, and had on four layers of shirts, freshly laundered. No longer. Back to the laundry pile they go. And FYI, Vaseline leaves nasty grease marks on clothing. She takes yet another bath.
While I clean up from breakfast(at 9:30), Amelia and Calla color at the table. Amelia begins snatching markers away from Calla and the following chaos ensues. Amelia screams when Calla snatches them back. Calla says firmly, in her best Mommy voice, "No, Amelia, those aren't the markers for you to use." More screeching and a little more firm talk. Then Amelia's newest tactic. The smack. That's right, she's becoming a hitter. I pray it can be squelched quickly. After discipline, I send her to her room. My three-minute-check comes due again and I head upstairs. Mind you, I heard no footsteps in between and assumed she was still in her room. Well, wrong, of course. How naive. She never made it to her room, thus explaining the lack of footsteps. She had dumped Mr. Bubble all over herself and the bathroom floor. Another clean outfit to the laundry pile. I send her to her room while I clean up. Since she was almost nakey, she decided to finish the job and strip her diaper off. I luckily caught her before an accident was made.
One more outfit. A clip to hold back her soapy hair that I refuse to wash again this morning. Off to run errands. Please tell me that all moms have days like this. I would love to have someone to commiserate with.