Parenthood... Do I have what it takes?

A week ago my teeth decide that they have had enough! So I'm forced into the dentist to have him drill, poke, and prod at my teeth. I don't do well with this. So he numbs me and leaves. When he comes back I think to myself. My teeth don't feel as numb as they did last time. Sure enough, he starts to drill and I can feel it! (There is nothing worse!) After an hour and a half of this misery, I finally drive back to Layton to pick up my sweet little children. Isaac decided that he didn't want to leave Karters house and I was half tempted to let him live there... I'm sure Nicole isn't quite ready to have 3 kids. So I haul out the little ones to the car and drive like a mad man to get them out to grandpa running's house. Of course, Little Logan is in the back seat SCREAMING to the top of his lungs cuz he hates the car. I drop Isaac off and head up to teach at Weber. I teach for an hour, head back out to Plain City (Where grandpa running lives) to pick up Isaac... I stay and visit for about 1/2 hour so Isaac can play a little more and of course when it comes time to leave, he gives me fits. By this time the numbness has completely worn off and my teeth are pounding. Isaac is screaming because he doesn't want to leave, Logan is screaming because he is once again in that car. I rush home and realize I desperately need a break. So I put Logan down for a nap and take Isaac downstairs where it's cooler. Our house is at 82 degrees because our swamp needed to be cleaned. Anyway, after about 20 minutes, Logan decides he his hungry. I make his bottle and trot downstairs to feed him. As soon as I sit down and put the bottle in his mouth, Isaac looks at me and says, "uh-oh, There's pee-pee in my unner-wear." I put the bottle down and haul both screaming Logan and Isaac up the stairs and I make Isaac go pee-pee. Now, we are still trying to get this poo- poo thing down. I told him he needed to go while he was sitting there because he hasn't gone for days. He refused. So I picked up a screaming Logan and went back downstairs with both boys... I hadn't had Logan up to the bottle for more than 30 seconds when Isaac goes running upstairs to grab his blankie and run back downstairs. I looked at him and asked if he needed to go poo-poo. He started screaming and crying and saying "No like to go poo-poo." This is not a normal response to this question. So I put the bottle back down and walk over to see what has happened, and sure enough, there is a little bump in his "unner-wear". Back upstairs I go to put down an even more hysterical Logan, who truly believes that he is never going to get to eat. Isaac refused to come upstairs, so I had to go downstairs and drag him up by his armpits. As I assessed the situation, I decided that the little poop was going to fall and needed a place to do it. So I grabbed a plastic bag an put it under him. I was doing great! It plopped down right where I needed it to. Now all I needed to do was get him on the potty. As I helped him off with his unnerwear, everything went in slow motion... Isaac lowered his foot right into that log of poop! I don't know if it was the stress of the day, the throbbing in the side of my head, or the screaming child in the next rooom, or the fact that my house was 82 degrees but I lost it. I let out a pretty good scream which scared my little Isaac. He was crying pretty hard before but when that eeked out of me, he was even worse. As I was cleaning up poop in the cracks of my little boys toes, he was gagging. I thought I was going to have to clean up vomit as well. I was able to stop the hysterics and love him better. But he was not getting off that potty until he had gone poo-poo. I went in the other room, grabbed starving, screaming, wasting-away-to-nothing Logan and went out to the rocker to feed him. As I held my little baby I cried. I had lost my temper at my toddler because of something I shouldn't have. It was a build up of a lot of things. I'm sure later that evening he had gotten over it, but I'm sure I will forever have that little tot sitting on the toilet, sobbing and crying, forever burned into my brain....
Not one of my prouder moments...