I don't know what it is about my kids, but put the 3 of them together, and all hell breaks loose! And most of the time, it's all 3 of them at once.
Case in point - Keith was gone by the time we got up yesterday to participate in a local triathlon. Keira woke up crying for me. She would only allow me to carry her downstairs alone, which meant Colin was annoyed at being left behind (because Keira literally plastered herself to the front of my body so I couldn't pick Colin up). Connor kept going on about going downstairs to watch tv and have some milk. This is his morning ritual - Mickey Mouse and milk - and whoever tries to mess with it be damned! Anyway, no one was going anywhere until diapers were changed. One diaper changed, one diaper - wait, where did she go? Keira took off. Then Colin decided he was "un-gee" and had to eat breakfast immediately. But Keira was still pants-less and Connor was still whining for his "t.b. and milk". It was only 6:55 a.m.
Add this to the fact that I finally was able to hit "START" on the coffeemaker, make my iced coffee, take a couple of sips, clean the kitchen floor where someone had to dump their cereal, clean the table where some oneS had to dump their cereal, clean two twins with rice krispies in their hair, dump the rest of the coffee pot down the drain... WAIT, what the hell is that? A shiveled up cooked spider in my coffee pot.
Yes, this really is my life.
So now my coffee grosses me out. I make a new batch, but it was a new kind and Keith had set the timer for me previously, so I didn't know how much to add, plus I was still so grossed out at my spider-coffee, that the rest of the morning was ruined. We had attempted to go to the triathlon, but someone wouldn't put his shorts back on after going potty, and someone else stole the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch from the pantry while I went to change out of my pajamas... and now it's only 9 a.m.
Needless to say, I've blocked out the rest of yesterday. Had to, to keep my sanity. ;)