A Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

OK, so maybe it wasn't that bad, but that movie just came to theatres, and I really want to see it. 

Every morning is the same routine, we wake up, get dressed, have breakfast, make lunches, put shoes and coats on, wait for the bus for Paige, take Elsie to daycare, and show up to work with two minutes to spare.  When one of those things gets messed up, it throws off the entire day.

Me:  "Paige, get your shoes and coat on!"
Paige:  "Where are they?"
Me:  "Where you took them off yesterday."
Paige:  "I wore my boots yesterday and want to wear my crocs today!"
Me:  "Then find them!"
Paige:  "Mommy!  My crocs are in the car!"
Me:  "Just put your boots on!"
Paige:  "No!  My teacher told me not to wear them again.  I can't take them off by myself."
Me:  "Then run to the car to get your crocs!"
Paige:  "But I don't have shoes!"
Me:  "Just wear your soccer shoes to the car."
Door slams.
Paige:  "Mommy, I couldn't find my crocs!"
Me:  "Just wear your boots!"
Paige:  "But my teacher told me not to!"
Me:  "Tell your teacher if you didn't put them on, you were going to miss the bus!"
Paige starts crying
Paige:  "But mommy, I can't move the bag!"
Me:  "What bag?"
Paige:  "My shoes are under the dog food bag!"
Bus is honking from outside.
Me:  "Paige!  You missed the bus!  You wouldn't have if you had put on your boots!"
More tears.  I move the dog food bag in the mud room, no shoes.
Bus drives away.
Paige: "Mommy!  The dog food bag in the car. My crocs are stuck under it!"
I go to the car, rescue the crocs, and load the girls in the car.

Paige was on time for school, and I was late for work.

Shortly after Paige arrived home from school, she said she wanted to give Elsie a piggyback ride.  (In the future, that statement will set off alarms in my mind).  From the kitchen I hear Elsie screaming, and go check on them.  Paige is indeed giving her one year old sister a "piggyback" ride, but holding her over her shoulders, upside down by the ankles.

That was enough to snap me out of my mood.  But it's hard to get a five year old in trouble through your laughter.