A Morning in the Life of a Mom

I started to title this a DAY in the life of a mom but since it's only 12:30 I thought I should change that since there's no telling what the afternoon will hold.
Sometimes as a mother your job is 5% raising children and 95% cleaning up messes. Simply because that's all the time there is in a day. I know these are phases and they will pass...but we're definately in one of these phases right now.
On a typical day I have these messes to clean up... at least one pet mess, dog messes in the back yard, stinky and wet diapers, stinky and wet accidents, messes on the toilet from learning boys, sometimes stinky and wet clothing, dishes and mess from breakfast, lunch, and dinner. On top of that theres there normal housecleaning, litter box mess, and laundry.
Here's my adventure for the day. Kylie went down for nap a bit late and I had 1 hour till lunch. I set myself up to go on our elliptical for 1 hour (which we've temporarily moved into our house) and thought.... "oh, let me go change the laundry so it will continue to wash/dry while I exercise." I pulled the first clean piece out of the washer and it appeared to have fuzz all over it. "Great" I thought, "Someone left a tissue in their pocket." The next clothing was the same and upon further inspection I realized it looked like the insides of an exploded diaper. (if you've seen an exploded diaper you are groaning right now. If you haven't - a diaper is filled with some sort of powdery gel substance. When it gets wet it expands into little gel like beads that haven't quite solidified into beads... and if the diaper tears....you've got millions of them). I thought this could not possibly be. But I was wrong. I found the diaper. I think it was clean to start with since they wear pull ups not diapers but I can't be confident of this. Jackson walked by and asked what I was doing. Thinking this had surely been an accident I casually mentioned that a diaper had gotten into the wash and I was cleaning it up. Before I even finished talking he walked away sheepishly. Clearly it was him. Apparently he wanted to know what would happen. Off to time out he went after our conversation. I pulled out all the clothes one by one and put them in a trash bag (if this load had been towels I would have taken it right to the trash can to be replaced with a cheap pack from Costco). I went to get the shop vac out of the garage and the tarp it was sitting on had clearly been used as a litter box by my cat. I won't go into the deatils but it is apparent my cat needs to see the dr. Anyway, after cleaning that up I had to vacuum the mountains of beads out of the washing machine and then set it to rinse and spin with nothing in it. Then I took the clothes outside and shook them out individually both right side and inside out. Again, if you've seen an exploded diaper you know this will not completely shake off of wet clothing. But they won't dry outside today and I'm not subjecting my drier to that so I did the best I could. They're back in the washer now and I'm hoping for the best.
There went my entire hour dedicted to exercise which I'm now going to desperately try to find another place for in the day.
Sigh.
As I type, my not-wanting-to-use-the-toilet-son is sitting on the toilet at my request crying his eyes out. Not going potty I'm sure. I guess I better go check on it.
Here's hoping for a mess-free afternoon full of exercise. We'll see what happens.