A day turned to sh*@$

Do you ever have one of those days? Nothing extremely awful like a car accident or a broken limb, but when nothing seems to go right? That was my day yesterday.
I am always running on a relatively tight schedule, usually starting around 6 am. After getting the boys on the bus at 7 am, Quinn and I were off to my job at the Chiropractic center (on time no less). After about an hour of good behavior, she starts having a screaming fit. Luckily, we only had a few more patients. But immediately the stress level at work rose atleast 10 degrees. As I am massaging my patients, trying to relax them and discuss pain management options, I am inwardly freaking out. Eveytime I would lay her down on her activity mat or in the play pen she would scream and arch her back. Is 5 and a half months too early for corporal punishment?J/K!! Eventually, she settled down and went to sleep, but I fear my days of bringing her to work with me are coming to halt.
Fridays at work are our short day, so when our last two patients cancelled, I was inwardly doing back flips because I needed to go to Vestal for some shopping and hurry home in time to get everyone off to their ballgames etc. When I say I needed to go shopping, I mean "needed", I am sure my boys ate ketchup and shredded cheese for lunch because thats all there was in the refrigerator.
So yay, I can go and get back, and maybe even sit down with my hubby for 5 minutes before returning to Crazyville. Best of all, there will be menfolk to unload all of my purchases at SuperWalmart. Well, patients kept dropping in one after the other, each one seeming to have worse troubles (in their mind) than the last. I am sure my massages got more and more deep as I watched the minute hand pass the 3 and then the 6 and then the 9!!
Finally, done! As we are preparing to leave, my shopping companion/co-worker/friend's cell phone rings. Major crisis with her ex-husband and she is on the phone for what seemed like 45 minutes, with her pointer finger up asking me to wait, she'll be right there. Holy CRAP! Come on!!! To buy back some time on the way to Vestal, my friend takes a different route, ala her husbands directions, and we end up on some fricken logging road in God knows where, but eventually Vestal. Shop for 45 minutes and race back. I completely missed my husband, got Chris to practice late, causing him to completely stress out(not good for acne prone skin).Finally, I am home to unload my groceries and race back for Chris' ballgame and graduation which he has to play drums for.
I run into the house to use the bathroom (I deperately needed it at this point)to find the toilet plugged and a note in my husbands scrit saying,"I'm so proud of this poop that I left it here for you to enjoy" and signed Chris' name to it.
So, how was your day?:)