Mama said there'd be days like this

Today could have been a lot worse than it was. Let me tell you.
Hobbette woke up at 5:30 soaked. Cold. And mad. Madder than a wet hen (Shaun had never heard that saying before. He's convinced it's a "south" thing.).
So, I change her and escort her back to bed which she seems to have no problem with since she usually gets up at 6:30-7ish.
However, her outburst has awaken Hobbit. I feed him hoping to lull him back to sleep. No dice (Shaun has heard that one...). But his outburst has renewed Hobbette's door pounding and by now it's 6.
I start the day. Hobbit gets a little nap early on and then we go out to do a few errands. The kids love the car so everyone is well behaved between errands and the running into the post office and clothing stores have only a few hang ups.
Then it's on to our play group. This is the first time we got to attend and it was hilarious. We get there a little late so it's already started and there are kids running around with bean bags and yelling the alphabet. Hobbette stares.
She's not shy. I've been told she's bold for her age. So, as soon as I get her coat and shoes off she takes off. Someone gives her a bean bag and she's jumping with the best of them. She seems a little confused with what's going on but she's willing to go with it. I just sit on the floor and hold Hobbit on my lap while she brings me the treasures the instructor hands out. Finger puppets. Scarves. Rhythm sticks (which she was thrilled that part of the activity was to bang them together and on the ground). There's a little boy there who wants to be her best friend in the worst way. She didn't really ignore him but she didn't really interact with him either. It was kinda cute. She'd sit on the floor and he'd sit in front of her. She'd crawl off to get a rhythm stick and he'd crawl after her. She'd pick up a scarf and he'd hand her another one.
Overall, a great time.
We get home in time for lunch and after a valiant fight Hobbit finally goes down for a nap. Hobbette struggles through her bottle and I put her down... It doesn't last. Five seconds after I close the door she's banging on it. "Poop!" So, I change her but she won't go down again. Her crying wakes Shaun and Hobbit so everyone goes out to do a few more errands.
By supper everyone is exhausted. The routine is that Hobbette plays by herself while I put Hobbit down and then we pick up her toys, diaper change, bottle, brush teeth and bed time. I get Hobbit down, open the door and nearly trip over her. She curled up outside his door and fell asleep waiting for me. We skipped everything but the diaper change and the poor girl went down a whole 45 minutes early tonight.