Praise God is almost Easter!!

Yes, praise Him for a new day! And it can't come soon enough. Not for reasons you might guess, though. I need daddy and gramma to rescue my children. I think I'm on the verge of a mommy melt-down. Let's see, in the last 3.5 hours, this is how I've spent it:
-Just shy of 2 hours listening to LaRue scream at the movies (outside the door of course). I couldn't leave because The Princess and Farmer Boy were engrossed in Hannah Montana. And, I had just spent 3 weeks wages to pay for tickets and the kids' supper. Yes, that did include 3 bags of candy, 2 slushees and a ton of popcorn. LaRue didn't just cry. She wailed. And wailed. And wailed some more. All while pounding her hands, feet, head and every other appendage on the floor or wall. What the heck? None of our other 3 kids did that!@!!!???? Finally, the movie guy gave her a slushee. That worked.
For about 5 minutes.
-We left the movie and I drove around long enough for her to go to sleep. At least that's what I told the kids. Actually, I just needed a time-out. And, since dad is in the field, that's the closest I could get to having "alone time."
-Once we got home, Cookie Monster got busy. I tried to finish cleaning the main floor. Ya know, the Easter Bunny can't come into a messy house.
At least that's what I've told the kids. Truth is, I just don't like a bunch of dirty clothes, spoiled sippy cups, wrappers and whatever else they've discarded just inside the front door in the pictures. Wouldn't that make a great scrapbook page: "The Easter Basket Hunt." The journaling would say something like: somewhere amidst the piles of clothes, blankets, toys, homework, books, sippy cups and dog hair we found the baskets. And oh, look, there's a Peep rabbit covered in dog hair. Yum. Happy Easter! Everybody looked so cute! Let's call mom in the loony bin!"
-While I was cleaning, within a 13 1/2 minute time frame, here is what Cookie Monster accomplished:
-30 seconds jumping on the couch, throwing the blankets mom had just folded. He stopped once I threatened him with his life.
-An entire, yes ENTIRE roll of toilet paper unrolled. AND emptied into the toilet.
-Bathwater splashed ALL over the ENTIRE bathroom. No need to worry about the toilet paper. It was already wet!
-Dumped a nearly-full bottle of cranberry juice in the kitchen. He said he was getting a drink and I said just water. Yeah, well......
Oh, and this was accomplished hours after he had done one of the best things of the day: turned on the blender while it was full of a smoothie mixture --------------with the lid OFF. Yes, I was quite annoyed. I had just scrubbed the kitchen (minus the floor) yesterday.
Thank the Lord for big brothers. Farmer Boy rescued him and took him up to watch TV.
Gramma will rescue him tomorrow.
Thank the Lord it's Easter
Gotta go LaRue is digging in the toilet.