The Mom Who Lost Her Patience Award...

...goes to yours truly for tonight!
 I was doing a few dishes when the sink became clogged.  Jim is always reminding me to put the strainer thingie in place before I do the dishes, but I always forget.  Tonight was no exception.  After a quick peek down the drain I located the problem - a butter knife had slipped down.  I spent the next hour feverishly trying to extract the butter knife.  The entire time my gag reflex was being tested to the MAX due to all of the god knows what stuff coming up.  2 hours in & I still couldn't get a good grasp on the butter knife so I got the (not so) brilliant idea (stupidest idea EVER!) to use another utensil to try to get to the knife.   And I dropped THAT down the drain.  So now my OCD is kicking in & I'm dangerously close to having a panic attack because the god knows what stuff is splashing all over me, the counters & the floor.  Kyle, bless his heart, was trying his best to "help", giving me all sorts of advice on how Dad would get the knife out, encouraging me not to give up & scolding me every time I let a foul word slip out.  Another hour goes by & finally, finally, finally I got the first utensil out.  But while I was extracting it I noticed that, in addition to the second utensil being stuck, there was also a baby spoon jammed down there.  Oh, joy.  Now I'm nearing the 5 hour mark of trying to get the *&#!@!! knife out & the girls enter meltdown mode, understandably so.  Bella didn't nap today, Savannah is teething & it's 45 minutes past their bedtime but their psychotic mother was determined to get the knife & spoon out of the drain.  So what does said mother do?  She ignores her children & keeps trying to extract the utensils.  I was covered in muck from my wrists to my elbows.
And then, just like that, I was able to "just" grasp the knife with a pair of scissors.  Kids are fighting/yelling/screaming/crying in the background, dog got into the garbage container & is having a feast on leftovers from dinner & I'm sweating bullets, inch by inch sliding the knife up the drain.  I was probably 1/2" away from being able to pull it out with my hands when it fell out of the scissors & back down the drain.
I lost my patience.  I screamed at the dog while hauling her outside.  I barked orders at Kyle & Bella to get their jammies & brush their teeth & they best not goof off in the bathroom or else.  I snatched Savannah up, hastily made her a bottle, got her changed for bed & sat in the rocking chair w/ my back stiff as a board, not at all "bonding" or cuddling with her like I normally do before bed.  I tossed her into bed, slammed her door & went after the other two, who by this point were more than glad to get out of my way & go to bed, so much so that Bella said "Thank you, Mommy" when I tucked her in & Kyle said "It's okay,Mom.  You didn't fail.  Try again tomorrow, that's all".  I slammed their doors & went back to work in the kitchen for another 45 minutes before calling it quits.
And now here I am, feeling like 'the worst mother ever'.  I was downright mean to the kids, all because I lost my patience.  *sigh*
And now Jim is going to come home to nothing short of a disgusting, smelly, makes-you-want-to-vomit mess in the kitchen sink tonight at midnight & wonder what the hell happened.  Then he will figure it out & will be all aggravated over the fact that I didn't put the strainer thingie in it's place.  Maybe he can just super glue the damn thing in it's place.
In any event, in an effort to apologize, it looks like I'll be making chocolate chip pancakes w/ whipped cream, sprinkles & hot fudge for breakfast tomorrow morning!