Mommy tantrum

Mommy just had a bit of a mommy tantrum. It's already been a long day of hustling to get the kids school work finished while taking care of the little ones in hopes to get out of the house to enjoy this "warm" 52 degree weather, before the temperature dips back into the teens. I fed the kids, put the baby to bed and got my 3 year old ready for nap. I get a phone call and go to answer it. In that 2.5 seconds that it took me to take that call, my 3 year old unrolls a roll of toilet paper ( 1000 sheet roll people.....) emptied all of the shampoo, toner, face wash onto the floor, dumped the empty bottles into the toilet ( second time in a week). My 9 year old walks into the bathroom and slips on the mess and starts crying, my 5 and 8 year old run in to see why she is crying and they both slip to the ground, my 4 year old wants to join the fun so she backs up, you know to get a running start,runs and jumps into the bathroom as if she were sliding into home plate or a Slip N Slide. My 3 year old is hiding because he knew he was caught. Half of the kids were crying and half squealing with delight. I'm trying to calmly and quietly handle the situation, clean the mess, kiss the boo boos and most importantly not to wake up the baby (God knows how I need her to nap). I shower everyone up, dry them, clothe them, deal with my 3 year old, put him to bed and then I hear it......the baby starts to cry, my effort to keep her asleep was just not good enough. Then that feeling creeps into my gut.....you mama's know that feeling, the one where you feel your face flush with heat, the one where you feel like you are a ticking time bomb and the time is up, that feeling where you have so many emotions where you don't know which one to act on, anger, frustration, exhaustion, unbelief, and then that strange emotion hits you where you feel like laughing and crying all at once. Well, the time bomb did go off, I closed myself into the bathroom, screamed, cried and laughed. I hopped in the bath and sat there throwing myself a big, beautiful pity party (it was nice while it lasted). I realized there was no quitting or striking in this job so I got dressed and exited the bathroom. I look at my kids in the eyes and what I see is them looking at me with pity (yeah, it was that bad). I found out that they folded the laundry for me, my son made me a magnesium drink we use called Calm and put a banana, apple and vanilla wafers on my bed to snack on. My 9 year old got my Lavender oil and gave me a good massage (she seriously is amazing). Of course my emotion of self pit turned into deep love. It reminded me how many blessings I have and those blessings come with chaos. Everything in life has its good and bad. If you want the reward, you have to work hard for it and this includes parenting. Time to put on my mom jeans, suck it up and take the chaos with the blessings, because in this job, they go hand in hand.