Pushing My Limits

So, today has been full of adventures...  I'm trying to think positive here....  
1:00am - Ellie wakes and has trouble settling back to sleep despite nursing.  We finally get up and go downstairs to snuggle so she doesn't wake her daddy.  
3:30am - she finally falls asleep and I creep upstairs to join her and hubby in bed.

7:00am - I'm woken by my cell going off.  It's Hugh saying the van died.  At least he's in town.  He walks home, we come up with a game plan and he walks back to try and move the van.

8:00am - Hugh calls as he gets to the car.  The cops called a tow truck and it's already loaded.  They agree to bring it to our house since we have to pay $85 for it anyway.  The tow truck runs out of gas...twice... before they make it the 3 minutes down the road to our apt...

8:30am - a co-worker of Hugh's came to pick him up for work.  We both stood there waiting for the tow truck.  He finally shows up and doesn't have change for his cash only payment option.  So, I give him $50 of the $85 so he can go break it and get change.  He comes back and we square up and get a reciept.  

Hugh is already headed to work at this point.  Ellie is up (she was up at 7:30).  Car is in parking lot.  

I eventually call the police dept to complain about the fact that they didn't give us an opportunity to move our van before they needlessly had it towed.  Apparently 'that spot' is always towed and even if we had called right away, the still would have had it towed.  Meanwhile, Hugh is on the phone to USAA to see if we can get reimbursed since we have towing coverage.  We should be getting it back in our chk acct today. (yay).

Our neighbor is going to help us with the car later (it sounds like it may be the alternator).  

I figured that since the car is here, I might as well do the touch ups I've been meaning to on the spots where the paint is chipping.  Dripped a nice big glob on the side of the door and it seemingly dried instantly.. Ugh.  

Both kids are covered in black since they were touching the car as I tried to complete the touch ups without wearing any more paint where it doesn't belong.

Add to that the tantrums of an almost three yr old and the melt downs of a fussy, not feeling well, just cut part of her first molar 13 month old...

Calgon, take me away... Anyone want some kids???