Potty training...POOP....and a pickle?

Ok, today is the day...we woke up ready...6 panties...2 toddlers...one potty. Wild Child used the potty one time. Cutie Patootie caught me in the laundry room and flooded the bathroom sink and floor. After counting to 10 in my bedroom, I go to clean up water. What do I find? Foster son standing in the middle of all the water peeing in the toilet! We have 2 bathrooms! Why would you use the flooded one? He has no idea why! From 10 AM to noon we had already went through 5 panties. I put a diaper on Cutie Patootie. I am not sure she is ready for this. Wild Child has on the last pair of dry panties. What is that smell?
POOP! Oh no! Wild Child opens the door and takes off running and hides under a chair outside. I peel her out from underneath it and carry her (carefully) into the house. We are greeted by a screaming Cutie Patootie! She has her tongue stuck out and is not wanting to swallow. Is she choking? What is on her tongue? I freak out and smell her breath. It smells like PICKLE! Is she choking on a pickle? I get her to stop crying and discover she has bit her tongue. Ouch! Meanwhile, I look over at Wild Child and she has POOP on her hands and t-shirt. How did that happen?! AHH! I clean her up and put a diaper back on her because I am out of panties. Boy, that was successful. I feel like crying in my Diet Coke...I feel like eating chinese...I feel like screaming...I put on a video for the girls and I take a moment to relax and gather my thoughts. In stressful times I try to remember to put things into perspective. I try to remember there is always someone out there dealing with more than me...

Happy Thursday!