The three year old has been at his most obnoxious. The two year old is crying non-stop. At lunchtime, she was hiding in the laundry room wailing because I wasn't holding her in my lap while she ate. The little guy doesn't feel like sleeping much today and has therefore also been crying (especially when woken by screaming two year olds or prodding three year olds). The older kids are trashing the house. None of my clothes really fit. It started to rain on the clothes I had drying outside. My mother-in-law, whom I haven't seen since December, is stopping by tonight on her way through town, and I don't know whether my husband will be coming home at a normal time tonight or going to a meeting after work.
Complaining isn't obviously going to do me much good, but just in case you were wondering if life with six children is always peaceful and quiet -- it isn't. Some days do go relatively smoothly. Others -- not so much.