You just gotta laugh

Yesterday was one of those days. Let me back up. WEEKS. The kind where you don't know whether to laugh or cry. Every other day this week - I cried. But today, I just decided I had to laugh at the following:

• As I was rounding the bend to pick up my in-laws at the airport, Elisabeth's carseat tipped over with her in it.
  
• Elisabeth, deathly afraid of everything at the La Brea Tar Pits, threw a tantrum on the way home because she decided she liked the "Tar Pets" after all.
• Drove home at 2 pm in LA traffic with a 3 yr old who was desperately overtired. SHOOT ME NOW. PLEASE.
  
• About to leave for an evening walk to the neighborhood ice cream shop, one of the little boys we were watching last night thought we had left him. We found him a sobbing mess on the floor of our living room.
  
• Carsten's diaper fell off him after he pooped outside said ice cream shop. Imagine the following: no change of clothes, poop all over him, only a handful of wipes, a size 1 diaper and a naked 1 year trying to crawl off in the sand as 20 people walked past us on the way to the dollar theater. NICE.
  
• Lance taking three preschoolers to the public bathroom by himself. No explanation needed here.
• Two girls pouring half the bathtub water out onto the floor. One kindergartner slipping and scraping up a knee pretty bad. Said boy crying the whole time he was taking his bath. Can someone say traumatized?
  

We finally got all four kids down for bed (which deserves a post of its own) and then proceeded to eat a bowl of homemade popcorn and watch The Office. We talked about our day and laughed so hard we cried.