And it was such a nice day...

We had a great morning. The kids were finally starting to feel better from their virus and we had a lot of fun playing.

Nap time was peaceful.

And then Luke woke up screaming and clutching his head.

Tylenol and a lot of very awkward cuddles (Audrey also woke up and was ready to nurse at the same time) finally got him to stop crying, but he remained pretty fussy.

I finally got Audrey fed and Luke and Chloe settled with crafts, and started dinner. I got my onions sauteeing on medium-high heat and then Audrey started screaming, and was ready for her evening nap.

The phone rang as I got her ready to sleep. It was my husbad saying he'd be home late.

As I was talking to him on the phone and jiggling Audrey so she wouldn't scream, I noticed that Luke was coloring on his plastic elephant.

With marker.

And my onions were burning.

Onions off the heat, elephant in the sink, Luke to his room for a time out, Audrey in a rocker.

The onions barely survived, so I got the soup quickly into the food processor.

And pressed on.

And had mashed potatoes and broth EVERYWHERE.

It flew out the top and leaked out of the bottom.

And of course it was on the counter opposite the sink, so I had to carry it across the kitchen to clean up.

There are a whole lot places for mashed potatoes to get stuck in a food processor.

When my husband gets home, I'm going to Panera Bread.

Alone.