My crazy day

My day started out with Aulden coloring on the wall of our temporary condo with marker and of course they weren't of the washable variety. Then after wrestling with my kids the rest of the morning to try to get them bathed, dressed and fed, we decided to go for a little outing to Ikea to meet a friend for lunch and let our kids play together in the play area while we did a little shopping. During lunch Sarah Jane had a major blow out - she has just started on solid foods(you all know what that means) and I of course had no wipes or a change of clothes with me. By the time I got her clothes off she had poop up to her neck. I bathed her in the sink with icy cold water, wrapped her up in a blanket and off we went to the playland to drop the other kids off to play. This is where my day got really interesting. Kids apparently have to be a certain height to get into the play area. When it came time to measure Aulden the lady working there reached over the counter, put her hand on the back of Aulden's head and said that he wasn't tall enough. I tried to show her that if you measure from the top of his head like any other normal person would do that he was clearly tall enough. She for some reason could not see what I was saying and told us that she could call someone else to come and measure him which she did. This next guy was obioulsy not going to listen to a word I had to say, refused to measure Aulden and walked off while I was talking to him... I was in complete shock at how rude this guy was to me and was very frustrated at this point. Now I know that most of you are probably thinking "it's a stupid playland - take your kids and go home - what's the big deal," but not me - I just could't let it go. So, Ikea lady calls another guy to come down and talk to me, but I still can't figure out why because he was almost as ridiculous as guy number one. I finally got him to measure Aulden and after going back and forth with him for a while he finally admitted that Aulden measured within the required guidelines but then said it was up to Ikea lady to make the call. After watching this whole ordeal which went on for probably half an hour she said "I measured him - he's not tall enough" and wouldn't let him in. Seriously?! By this time I was so upset and frustrated that while walking off I may have said a few unkind things loud enough for certain Ikea employees to hear. Aulden was so upset and how do you explain to a 3 year old why he can't go and play with his friends. He proceeded with a major melt down in the middle of the store and you can imagine all the crusty looks that came our direction. I'm just glad that they didn't call security to escort us out of the building. When we finally made it back home, i gave the kids a snack, Aulden threw up EVERYWHERE, I spent the next hour cleaning up the mess, refereed cranky kids, ate dinner, put the kids to bed and wrote a blog. And there you have my crazy day in a nutshell.