Aqui estan las pinches llaves?

Some days I've got it together, some days I don't. Today was one of those (more often occuring) "don't got it" days.
Jay took the kids to school this morning, so I didn't realize that my keys were lost until a few minutes before I had to leave to pick up David at preschool. I tore the house apart looking for them and finally made a frantic call to my neighbor whose little boy goes to the same preschool right after David. After making a call to the school and thanks to a good friend, David arrived home safe.
I was still looking for the keys because David had flu shots scheduled at his school and Kate had a Dr. appointment for an ear infection that had bursted. So the kids were left slightly unsupervised (stay tuned) while I was still scouring the house. I just about gave up and was going to feed them lunch when I FINALLY found a spare key. So I wouldn't miss the flu clinic at the school, we rushed out the door to get there in time. Well, Kate smacked her face on the car door and her nose started bleeding everywhere. I had to clean her up, change shirts, and stuff kleenex up her nose (she has nosebleeds often so she doesn't mind). We rushed to the school (still with Kleenex up her nose) which took a while, so by the time we were done it was time for Kate's doctor appointment. They ate a quick lunch in the car, then we got to the appointment where we had to wait in the tiny check-up room for at least 20 minutes--which is an eternity with these three kids. They were going nuts so we sang songs and played I spy.
As I was sitting there thinking about my crazy morning, I realized we looked horrible. Blake is recovering from a black eye and a small bruise on his forehead AND yesterday, he got another small black eye on the other one and another bruise on the other side of his head (self inflicted-he pulls himself up on everything-stable or not). So remember when I mentioned that I left the kids "slightly unsupervised" while I searched for the keys? Well Blake had gotten into the laundry garbage and decided to see what lint tasted like. So I had caught him but never cleaned it off his shirt (I have to throw in that he also took a good four bites out of a nerf ball yikes). Then I noticed a large amount of pink glitter stuck to the top of his head from Kate who had opened it up and got it everywhere. She had also drawn pink marker all over the bottom of his feet. Kate had her own problems...she also had colored marker on her leg and arm, not to mention her blood stained nose and shirt (yes the second one). She had also gotten a penny-sized goose egg on her forehead this morning when David accidently (?) whacked her in the head with a small tent pole (Harry Potter's wand--"bibbity bobbity boo I turn you into a snake"--kinda thing). It was still swollen red and bruised. I had tried combing through her hair before we left, but she had syrup from our morning waffles encrusted in it, so I just gave up. I have to say David looked normal except for the marker all over his fingers and the fact that he was there and seen with the rest of us.
I felt like a frazzled maxed-out mom today. Through the craziness of the morning, I called Jay a few times in tears. He always knows what to say and makes me feel like maybe I am a pretty good mom. He reminds me that we have four little kids...yeah gonna be crazy. I am so thankful for him and that he can support and love me, even on my worst days. And I would like to say sorry to any moms I didn't know that I may have judged, even just a little, in public places with trashy, bruised, dirty, unkept and sad kids. Now I realize they were probably very normal people having a very horrible day. Now that I'm done venting, I'm going to go find that key hanger Jay bought on his mission that says, "Aqui Estan Las Pinches Llaves".