A Typical Saturday of Mayhem

My morning began with one of the children (who ran fevers yesterday) coughing to the point of retching.  I am potty teaching Vivian, and after making her first morning trip, she said, "May I please see my penis?"  I explained, "You don't have one."  She emphatically replied, "Yes, I do.  I saw it yesterday!"  Later, I was on hands and knees again cleaning pee off the floor, and she had to be bathed.  Just after one of her potty breaks I stupidly thought I was "all clear" for a quick shower.  While I was occupied, "someone" gave her a banana.  She tried to wash it down the hall bathroom sink.  That didn't go too well.  I later found the peel stuffed between couch cushions.  Evelyn coughs and she sounds like a dying, barking seal.  This only got worse when she and Henry fought over who owned the stuffed tiger.  Olivia came to me in the afternoon, and she had broken a key off inside the lock of our back door.  Robbie is on call, and he spent most of the day helping an extremely ill individual with a serious eye complication.  His day home for family time and some relaxation was shot.  Henry just came to me, and said, "When I grow up I am going to give birth to a chicken!"  He then bent down and strained a bit.  Luckily, no chicken appeared.  His inner workings amaze me.  I have fed my family dinner, and I'm ready to say, "Okay, everybody.  That's a wrap."  I will certainly welcome the peace of some quiet time on the couch with Robbie after the children fall asleep tonight.  I am worn out.  My own throat hurts something fierce.  However, I am thankful for all of the "excitement" that is my household's norm.  Someday, I'll be bored to tears, and I'll miss being needed so dearly.