What???

As a mother of two little boys, I don't have time to myself. No, I am not "poor me-ing". I simply write my life as it appears...today, everyday.
My oldest, a three-year-old, wanted to play ball. Of course, I sat at my desk writing out bills.
I told him, "Just a minute, hon."
He fussed and fussed and fussed.
I stared at him with that "mommy look". I waited until he was done and I asked him what the purpose is in his fussing.
"I don't know," he said.
"Well, I absolutely love you and want to play ball with you, but when you cry and fuss it makes me not want to play ball with you. Do you understand?"
"Yes," my son said as he wiped his tears away.
We hugged and I quickly finished my work. Then we played ball in the basement.
Then, later this morning, my youngest son, a two-year-old, who is in the middle of potty-training decided to release a gallon of urine into his training pants thus leaking all over the carpet.
"Oh-well," I sighed. "Life goes on." Then I scrubbed and washed and rechanged clothes.
What a day.