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I want to preface this with...I am tired.  I have been up since 3:30 a.m and my brain feels like jello looks.
 My two yr old is in to throwing her dishes on the floor when she is "done".  And I have tried numerous tactics to end this, to no avail.  Today, it was a cup of milk.
With frustration mounting I scolded and swatted her hand and then proceeded to clean up the mess.  In the mean time my phone keeps ringing, it is someone whom calls me everyday 3-4 times a day (and is negative 90% of the time) I have not answered in two days, which has spiked the call level.
 I am mopping, the phone is ringing, the five yr. old is asking me a question, and while back is turned, the two yr. old is crushing chips and throwing them on the floor on the other side of the table.
 I scream.

Everyone goes downstairs to play while I cool.

Fully recovered I go down to put in a load of laundry.
The five yr. old is on the potty.  I walk over to ask her a question and notice the wall. 
Is that poop on the wall?
Yes, she says.
Why?
"It was on my hands."

I walked away briskly, to cool down a bit more.