I'm having one of those days. One of those days that I wish I could just get into my car, turn the radio on full blast, open up all the windows and just drive (and drink the wind)... I'm having one of those days that started with my dog throwing up three times from eating an entire corn on the cob (most notably the cob part) and having to clean up the throw up while my not-quite-walking son was desperately trying to climb up the flight of stairs and my daughter was yelling to me from the family room couch that she was uncomfortable and the blanket wasn't on straight (not sure if anyone else can relate to that one). The morning continued this way as Luke cried every time I wasn't holding his hand leading him in circles around the house, Hannah dropping an entire yogurt face down on the family floor and Bella eating a Q-tip (can't wait to see that one come out). For the last 30 minutes before driving Hannah to camp she pretended she was a mouse and refused to use words, only "squeaks".