Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

I could tell when I woke up today (Friday) that it was going to be one of those days. Ethan was up at 0645 and of course Caleb was still asleep. Ethan managed to wake him up by 0730 after talking incessantly even though I told him to lay down and be quiet. I was feeling extra crabby and getting on to Ethan for things I normally let him get away with like wanting to change his clothes a hundred times and wanting to wear his shoes in the house and asking who I was talking to every time I was on the phone and then wanting to talk to them (no matter who it was). Luckily Caleb was being good. I needed to go to the store and against my better judgement I decided to go...with both kids. Now I have done this before but I was already in a bad mood and Ethan wasn't really into listening. Once we were at the store I gave Ethan the speech that he had to stay by Mommy or he would have to go in the basket (the worst punishment ever for him). As soon as we walked into the store, he was off. He kept running about 5 feet ahead of me and I was yelling his name to come back. I had to remind him about "the basket". After we were at the store for about 5 minutes he decided he had to pee. Super. #1. We're at Walmart...gross. #2. We're at the very back of the store and the bathroom is at the front. So, to the bathroom we go. I have to leave the cart outside and take my purse and Caleb (asleep in the carseat)inside. After he goes and flushes the toilet, Caleb wakes up. We're almost done with out shopping and after we had a near miss with Ethan almost dropping an 18 pack of eggs, he manages to drop an entire large jar of pickles that shatters on the ground (after I repeatedly told him NOT to touch them!). He looked up at me in terror and I grabbed him and threw him in the cart and didn't say anything. Luckily there was a worker on that aisle who I apologized to and then walked away holding back tears. Ethan didn't say anything to me for about 3 minutes. Then he looked up at me really sad and said he needed me to hold him. Just looking at his face and seeing how sad he looked made me want to pick him up and tell him it was ok...but I didn't, I told him he was staying in the basket until we got to the car. By this time Caleb is getting quite mad that he is still strapped in his carseat. I made a mad dash for a few more items then checked out. But did my bad day end there? No, of course not. I drove through a construction area (where is there NOT one in Grand Prairie?!) that only had a little lane getting by with houses on one side and barricades on the other. I noticed a mailbox open right as I was passing it but had no where to go to dodge it so, yes, I hit it with my side mirror. It was so loud that I thought I took out the whole side of the car. I cried all the way home...and so did Caleb...and so did Ethan because he wanted me to take his shoes off. When I got out of the car it wasn't quite as bad as I thought. There is a good sized gash on the side mirror but at least I didn't scrape up the whole side of the car like I thought I did. Anyway, the day got a little better after that. Caleb and I napped off and on...Caleb for 2 hours and me in 2-3 minute increments. Then Ethan took a nap right as Caleb woke up. That was just par for the day!