It'll be funny someday....

The same day as the Scare (see post below), my kids seemed to make a pact to give me the worst Mom day I've ever had. This series of events may not be in exact order, but the day was really just one big blur. And it's not like one thing happens, wait a while, another thing. Everything overlapped, so while I was in the middle of one problem, another was occurring. Here's what happened:

1. Bring Liv home from hospital, dress her wounds and comfort her.
2. Gage enters kids' room and says "wa-tah". I say "You want a drink of water?" He shakes his head no. I say "Did you spill your water?" and he nods yes, takes me by the hand and leads me to the bathroom. Half a box of wet wipes is down the toilet and the floor is COVERED in water. See the "world's smallest bathroom" pics below and try to figure out how deep 3 gallons of water will fill 6 square feet.
3. Liv decides she wants her hair "foofy" and dispenses the remainder of a can of mousse into her hands. Foam is caked in her hair, on her face, shoulders, dresser, and floor. She gets put into the tub while I wipe off the dresser.
4. While getting Liv out of tub, I look out the window and see my beautiful baby boy sitting on the front porch steps. The sun is illuminating his white hair, and his body is glistening. Wait. Why is his body glistening? He climbed up the cabinet onto the counter and got the honey out of the cabinet. A steady stream of honey was being poured all over his legs, hair, belly, porch, flowers, sidewalk, door, etc etc. He gets put in the bathtub where Liv was just removed.
*Side note: because of the poison oak outbreak, I was instructed to wash everything: sheets pillows, clothes, shoes. I did 8 loads of laundry between all of this.
5. Gage is out of the tub and on the loose. When next I see him, he has peeled 3 sticky tiles off the kitchen floor, right through the layer under the tile to the subfloor.
6. Sunflower seeds (from aforementioned cupboard raid) are found in, on, behind, and under couch. Vacuuming ensues.
7. Liv falls asleep halfway under my bed on the far side where there's only a couple of feet between bed and wall. I spend 20 minutes looking for her.
8. Neighbors come over for the dinner I invited them to before I knew this would be the worst day ever.

And here I am, alive to tell about it. And do you think I got a day off? WRONG! This is what they did with sidewalk chalk and a little water in the swimming pool while I washed potential poison oak off of doorknobs and anything under 3 ft. high.
P.S. Six washings later and Gage's hair is still blue.