Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad morning

This morning was honestly the most chaotic, disorganized situation I have experienced in a long time. After deciding to go to the museum and not following through two times this week, I decided today was the day. We got up, I got everyone dressed and out the door by ten o'clock. Unfortunately, though I was dressed, I didn't have time to brush my hair after I showered so I'm finger brushing it in the car. This is when I discovered no ponytail holder, great, so tangled and everyone would know just how much. I also didn't have a chance to eat breakfast, so I grabbed a box of reduced fat Cheezits and coffee as I head out the door.

We had to make one stop before the museum and at that point, I realize Asher has no shoes on. We were downtown so I decide to go to Pollywogs and buy him a pair of shoes. We dash in, Jax screaming in his seat, and head toward the shoe section. Asher spots the toys and off he goes. I'm screaming at him to please come and get his foot measured because it's already 10:30 and we have to leave the museum by 12:30 to be home for naps. The poor girl finally convinces him to get his foot on the measurer (real word?), and tells me that he is a 7 or 8. Wait, how can he be both? Don't care, grab a pair of size 8 shoes and ask if there are are socks that I can use to try them on. They only carry girls socks and they are $5 a pair. I am not spending $5 on a pair of socks that he will never wear again so I decide he can just sweat in the new shoes.

So off we go, Asher still shoeless and Jax screaming. At this point I realize that we took the stroller out of the car last weekend and never put it back in. Yea. I ask Asher if he really wants to go or if he wants to go home and play in his new sandbox. Of course he wants to go, why would he want to do what I want to do? We get to the museum and I tell Asher that we are not putting the shoes on until we are inside because I don't want the bottoms scuffed if they don't fit properly. He is wandering around the car with no shoes while I'm adjust the screaming Jax in the Mei Tai.

Into the museum we go and into the theater to put on the new shoes. I ask Asher if they hurt at all and he tells me "just a little bit" and tries to run off. No, for $40 they better feel fantastic so I take the shoes off. I realize that Jackson is simply not going to stop screaming until he is fed so I give Asher three choices of places we can go. Of course he chooses the Market which was not on the list, and I have to chase the shoeless wonder down to get him to the fire truck. After his feeding and diaper change, Jax is still screaming so at this point I decide to call it a day. Asher has a break down because we have only been there 30 minutes so everyone is staring at me and my two crying children (one without shoes) as we leave the museum.