Play-by-play of the "what's wrong with me?" day

So after hearing the awesome news about the 4th grade field trip (post below) I called Ryan pretty upset. He picked up Brevan from school and let him spend the day at his office. I got on the phone and called Tiffany, because I knew she'd understand my "failure as a mother" ventings. It sure helped to hear her laugh and tell me that I'm not as crazy as I think! Then it was time to get back to dealing with Logan. He has had the most horrible flu for 4 days now. Every time I've gotten his diaper changed today, he has immediately pooped again and leaked all over the couch, bed, or floor (depending on where he is sitting at the moment). I have been busy doing all kinds of nasty laundry, including washing the sheets on my bed for the SIXTH time in the past 4 days (because the diarrhea continues all through the nights). I decided I really needed to get out and see the sunshine, so the kids and I took off to Ryan's work to pick up Brevan. Logan walked in Ryan's office and immediately started pooping. By the time I got him out to the van, his shorts were soaked and he was screaming. After going home and getting that mess cleaned up, I set Logan on the couch while I did some Primary work. I wrote an email to my presidency that said, "Logan is starting to get a little bit better. At least he's not throwing up anymore" and went to push the "send" button when I heard burping and groaning from the other room. I ran out as quickly as I could and witnessed the worst projectile vomiting I have seen since becoming a mother. I'm talking BAD. I glanced at the clock and realized I needed to pick up Brynlie from school in 2 minutes, so I stuck Logan in the tub and yelled for Brevan to help me out by watching Logan in the tub while I ran to the school. I walked in the school to get Brynlie and was met by her teacher saying, "We tried to call you today, but you didn't answer. Brynlie has been upset all day because you had her wear those sandals that don't fit her well, and she's been in pain." I am positive that people are constantly looking at me and thinking, "That lady should NOT have had 4 kids. Geez, she probably shouldn't have even had one." I was running back in the house with Brynlie when Brevan started yelling that Logan was going diarrhea in the tub. So I grabbed Logan and put him in the other tub. After getting him cleaned up, I cleaned up all the areas that the throw up had gotten. I haven't yet started to scrub the bathtubs because I needed to sit down and laugh at myself for a minute. It was either 1) laugh or 2) cry, and I've done plenty of the second one already today. Brynlie just told me that I'm SOOO mean because I won't let her have a friend over to play right now. My only consolation is thinking that someday when she's a mom, she might call me up on one of her "not so good mothering" days and let me know that I'm not as horrible as she once thought.

I wonder what exciting things the rest of my evening will bring . . .