Just one of those days....

So, aside from the fact that I am not feeling the best lately I've been doing okay. Coop is a really good kid and I've been able to stay on top of things. Well, today I feel differently. It all started during lunch. I gave Coop some avocados to eat and he decided to smush them around in his hands. No big deal I would just have to do some extra wiping. The smushing then led to putting his hands into his water cup which then led to putting every lunch item in his already full water cup. Again, no big deal I just told him not to spill. The next thing I know I look over and he has his cup high in the air, looks over at me, and dumps all the green gushy messy water all over the floor. Yes, that was a big deal. I kept telling him not to ever do that again and he kept saying..."anytime mom, anytime"...hmmmm. I told him that was a bad thing to do and he seemed not to care. Just smiled and laughed which for some reason makes me even more angry...He did "help" clean up which was nice.
Well, off to nap time. Hurray!! My break time. His pants were all wet so I took them off and put him in bed. I was a little less angry because he kept asking for hugs and kisses. It had been about a half hour when I heard him playing around in his room. I decided to go put him back in his bed. I opened the door and the smell hit. No big deal. I'll change his diaper and put him back in bed. I look over at my dear little boy and he's holding up his diaper with poop in it and all. I look down and see poop smeared all over his legs, socks, bum, and this cute car mat he loves to play with. NOOOO!!! I do not want to deal with that now! One more surprise. I look over and see he has decided to take all his pee diapers out of the covered trash can and spread them all over his floor. I really just wanted to shut the door and walk away. Well, of course I can't and I proceed to clean him up, the room up and pick up all his nasty fermenting pee diapers. Once I'm done, I threaten him not to get out of his bed, I put his pants on and I'm out. I hear him out of his bed again and I go in and put him back in his bed and threaten again. "Do NOT get out of bed again!!! mean old mom says. He looks at me and says, "Okay". In his cute little voice. So, I leave his room feeling like a bad, mean mom. Then I started thinking...I'm so pregnant that my G tops won't tuck in anymore, I don't get sleep at night and I can't eat all the sugar I crave. I just cleaned up spilled water mush from all over the floor. I had to scrub poop off my son, and the rug and pick up reeking pee diapers. I actually think I handled today pretty well....I didn't curl up in a ball and cry. I'm a good mom :) I can do this!