So, remember that last post about our night being beautiful and how I loved everyone? Yep, that quickly came to an end when Dylan through a major hissy because he wanted to wear his baseball shorts instead of windpants, and didn't want to wear a shirt at all. Cody was a booger mess and cried and threw his head around like some sort of greek monster when I tried to wipe his nose. Then I had to come to work. and spilled peanut butter on my black pants. which I quickly tried to clean with a napkin also covered in peanut butter. shit. shit. shit.