My children have peed on me way too many times this morning.
Nolan has peed on me once.
Allie has peed on me twice.
Nolan has spilled a full quart of water on my bedroom carpet (and rolled in it).
Allie has spilled juice on our already Sad Couch.
I found a fly in my coffee.
I swear on everything that is good, if a grub falls on my arm I am going to quit this day.
(And yes, a grub has actually fallen from the ceiling and hit my arm before. Worst. Day. Ever.)