Ever have one of these?

Well, though I often hear myself say "it's been one of those days." in response to the simple "how are you?"  Today, the sentiment is true.
Imagine "waking up" (is that really possible since I tossed and turned all night and barely slept?) to go teach an aerobics class.  Oh, did I mention that you have to get up early enough to nuke the heating pad and let the heat soak in long enough to move your pregnant back?  Then teaching, coming home exhausted, showering, repeating the heating pad, load of laundry and parenting 3 kids...  Making the decision to run errands with the younger 2, (which of course resulted in high pitched screams of "don't hurt me mama!" in Target when my youngest threw a temper tantrum and I carried him, kicking, back to the cart).  Let's see, oh yes, back home.
By the time we returned home I was emotionally drained and my back was seizing up again.  Repeat heating pad, prepare lunch, attempt to rest.  Listen to kids fight, hear screams escalating.  Resting done - parenting needed.  Clean up lunch, send kids upstairs.  Bake cinnamon roll dough (craving, no explanation)  While dough is rising, rest. More fighting and call for help from oldest.  Run to stairs, find youngest descending stairs with dangerously black hands.  Oldest exclaims "he put his hands in his diaper and there's poop all over!".  Carry youngest to bathtub, scrub thoroughly, let soak while scrub bedroom, bed, floor, hallway, stairs, walls, etc.  Start first load of this laundry (he made 2 loads).  Rescue youngest from tub, diaper and walk away.  Take trash out, change clothes.  Fold laundry (from dryer from morning).  Finish cinnamon rolls, let rise.  Step on grape.  Oh no, see grapes all over, clean grapes up.  Play with kids, phone call.  Try to convince loan officer that a $3500 loan (for a much needed mini-van because 4 kids won't fit in our vehicle) really is not unrealistic.  Realize how sad it is that your debt to income ratio is bad enough for the long pause.  Finally work out loan.  While calling husband to inform of the good news, walk into living room to find salt all over. (picture white grains on carpet, leapster, cars, table, couch and big brother).  Ask husband to hurry home.    Retrieve vacuum cleaner and begin.  Look at the time and panic.  Prepare for class, change and speed to work.  Breathe, teach 2nd aerobics class, shower, go home, repeat heating pad, eat supper, bake cinnamon rolls from earlier.  Indulge, finally breathe.  Kids in bed. Blog.
Yup, it's been one of those days!