Seriously?!?

Today my dog pooped on the floor.  And not even the easy kind.  The kind where I had to scrub my carpet.  Ewww, gross.  She's such a good dog, and we've never had that problem with her.  I went to the laundry room to get the carpet cleaner, and noticed a burning smell.  I checked the washer and noticed it had stopped in the middle of a load of laundry, and wouldn't start again.  Great, now I have a poopy floor and a broken washing machine.  That's not a problem at all for a family of six.  We don't need clean clothes, right? Fast forward 30 minutes.  I'm making pizza dough for the missionaries who are coming to dinner.  My Kitchen-Aid mixer is kneading happily away . . . well, for a few minutes.  It starts making a weird noise, so I go investigate.  Guess what?  My Kitchen-Aid motor seems to have finally decided to die.  Great timing.  Fabulous. Fast forward a couple of hours.  Enter Emily.  Since I haven't had a stressful enough day with a broken washing machine, steam cleaning the carpet from the amazing pooping dog, broken mixers, along with cleaning my house all day, feeding the missionaries, and watching one of Robbie's friends, she decides that NOW is the perfect time to throw the mother of all temper tantrums.  I might have lost it a little bit at that point.  I'm pretty sure I grounded her forever.  Luckily, Jon came home and restored reason, and she was released from her room at dinner time. Thankfully, that is the end of my tale for today.  Ah, the life of a mother.  I wonder if Jon would switch with me . . . Editorial note:  In case you can't tell, I'm actually okay. I'm not stressed out.  I'm not angry.  I'm not even that tired.  I just think it's funny.  Plus, I'm probably going to get a new washer out of the deal.  I'm still deciding if the Kitchen Aid is a necessity.  So, none of you need to worry about me . . . well, unless I break something else! :-)