One of those mornings...

I had one of those mornings yesterday. Griffin got up early in the morning and I always try to let Gavin sleep in as long as possible. Eventually Gavin did get up so I got him dressed and was going to get Griffin dressed but he got hungry and tired. I thought it would be better to feed him first before I got him dressed. Gavin was thirsty for his "special" milk (soy milk) and I couldn't get it for him so I told him to go downstairs get it out himself and bring it to me. All the sudden I heard a noise and Gavin crying like crazy from downstairs. I rush down there to find out that he has spilled all of orange juice on the floor and the plastic container broke. There was juice running everywhere. So I had to put Griffin down and stop feeding him. He was upset because I was upset, his "key-key" (his blanket that we don't dare leave home without)was wet, he still wanted a cup full of his milk, and now his pants were wet from the juice. By this time Griffin is crying harder because he would like to be dressed and put to bed. I had to clean up the juice though because it was running everywhere. So both boys were crying and I'm trying to clean everything up so that I can finish getting Griffin ready and get myself ready for work plus change Gavin again. I finally got all the sticky juice cleaned up, Griffin dressed, Gavin redressed, and out the door. I felt horrible because I got upset for him for spilling. It was my fault for letting him do it himself but he forgot about it after I did finally get him his milk.