Why,why,why?.. What did I do to deserve this?

Yesterday my mother sent a cake home to my husband for his birthday. Which was sweet and all only one problem, she wasn't thinking. Instead of some Tupperware cake carrier or even a plate she sends it home with me in a glass cake saver. You know those with a stand and lid. Now I stood and argued with her, that it would break or tip over. No, she insisted it would be fine take it home. What happened? One high curb and a turn later sent the melted chocolate cake upside down under my dashboard. It made for a really nice mess and a well deserved phone call to her. I managed to get all the cake out, but this morning the car still smelled of cake. This was the only thing I couldn't complain about on the way to school. Half way there Kailey started puking all over the seat and floor. I stopped and was looking for anything I could to sop it up and give her something to puke in. The first and only handy thing around was Jacob's blanket. Not the best of choices but we were desperate. There is nothing worse than the smell of puke! I was doing everything I could to drive and stop gagging. Kailey's in the back still puking and Jacob, who copies everything, is making coughing noises as though he is puking too. Usually when we get to school Madisen is so slow to get out of the car. This morning I've never seen her move so fast, she was so relieved to get out of the smell of cake and puke. I couldn't put down the windows because it was so cold and Jacob no longer had a blanket so we suffered all the way home. The whole way Kailey kept complaining about Jacob and how he stunk. Just concentrating on getting home as fast as I could with out puking myself, I didn't pay her much attention. I just thought she was referring to her own smell. After we arrived at home and I reached in the back to get out Jacob I could see his shirt covered in poop! Diarrhea of all things to have to deal with at this time. It was obvious I needed more than wipes and took him straight to the bath tub. His diaper could not have held another ounce and it was every where! ( Thinking.... Why, Why, why?? What did I do to deserve all this? ) Needless to say between cleaning all the nasty sick laundry, the car, bathtub and the kids first thing this morning, I had already done a days work by 9 am. I don't know if it's just my weak stomach or the fact I might be taking what they have, but I feel so sick to my stomach. I can't imagine how the rest of my day will go. Grab some hand sanitizer and Lysol cause I don't think you would believe me if I didn't post pictures. I'll spare you the puke, because frankly I couldn't manage the camera during that time.

Can you believe this mess?...

There's no book or experience that can prepare you for this

As I was checking out at the local grocery, the stench of Jacob's diaper became overwhelming as I carried him. Which I thought was just perfect timing, seeing how I'm trying to write a check and hold him. He's reaching and grabbing for anything and everything, especially the credit card machine and my check. I'm trying to keep Madisen out of the candy rack, and Kailey close so I can see her. Since I had a cart full of bagged groceries, I decided to just change him in the car. I loaded the girls and the groceries and grabbed a diaper and bag of wipes. The space where Kailey usually sits is where I laid Jake down to change him right quick, so I thought. With my door open I stood leaned into the car and began to undress him. I had handed kailey (my heaven sent help) the dry diaper and she was standing over him ready. As I pulled down his pants I could see poop smeared down his leg. At this point it's already too late in the game to stop changing him and move to a much bigger area, that I so desperately needed. His hands automatically reached down to help. Panicking I'm rushing Kailey to hurry with the wipes and help grab his arms. After getting his hands clean and out of the way with Kailey holding them, I continued to get the wipes myself and open his diaper. I assume he pooped while he was sitting in cart, because instead of it being all on his butt it was all pushed up and out the front of his diaper. It couldn't have been just a little formed poop either, No it was a slam full, creamy, sticky diaper. Jake's at the age now where he hates to be changed. He squirms and fights the whole time to get up. This was the last thing I needed at that moment. It wasn't like I could just hog tie his legs together with one hand, because I needed to clean between them. So, he's kicking, poopy wipes are falling out of the car, and I'm trying to get him clean while people are walking by. At this point I could careless about what kind of a mother these people thought I was, or for the guy waiting on my parking space. I went through an entire sandwich bag full of wipes, which was good looking on the bright side of it all. At least I had something to put all that mess in when I was finished. The whole frustrating process took 20 minutes, but in the end Jake was happy seeing how he was able to ride home in only his diaper.