I've always tried to be one of those mothers that stays laid back and chilled as much as possible, but some mornings can get the best of me. Today was one of those days. I let Lulu the puppy out and little man was walking around with a Pop-tart (don't judge, it was blueberry, which is a fruit) and the dog started jumping all over him and little man was screaming and crying and I was trying to get both of them to get back in the house and that wasn't happening.
Finally the Pop-tart ended up on the ground in a million pieces and that's when little man's heart just broke and he threw himself down on the ground in a fit. All the while, I'm trying to get the dog back in the house. She then jumps up on me and leaves two wonderfully perfect muddy footprints on my freshly-pressed white shirt.
Regroup, pick little man off the ground, persuade Lulu back in the house with a treat and to the laundry room for some Shout. Lulu is back in her crate, new Pop-tart for little man and I've scrubbed the muddy off my shirt - cute outfit rescued and everyone is happy. All managed without me losing it. That's what being a mom is all about!