So today I left the house for the first time with just me and my 2 little ones. I felt so organized as we arrived early to the library (first time in like forever) Lacie even says now 'quick late' pretty much every time we head to the library for story time, as we seem to arrive just on time or late most weeks (well every week). But today we were first to arrive, and it felt great being so organized with 2 kids especially with a 2 week old. Our morning was going so well and I felt proud of my little family. Then we got home and Lacie locked Harlen and I outside in the rain, it was freezing cold and he was due for a feed. Here I was thinking I had it all running so smoothly instead I had her screaming and crying inside, wondering why I wasn't coming in and him crying in my arms mouth going hundred miles an hour in search of my boob.