A daily Mission

It just one of those things that sometimes goes well and other times does not. My mission, should I choose to accept it: Get outside for a walk.
Every mother knows that this is no small feat. It involves numerous steps, sometimes repeated, before one can accomplish their goal.
Feed toddler. Feed baby. Change baby. Change toddler. Rescue ball from beneath couch to keep toddler happy. Get stroller. Retrieve ball again. Pack diaper bag. Find wallet. Check cell for messages. Respond to missed message. Fill water cup. Pack wrap. Change baby. Pack snack for toddler too busy to eat snack. Clean up spilled goldfish crackers. Go pee. Realize its raining. Find rain cover. Check mail box. Open mail. Read mail. Rescue ball from couch. Pack stuff into stroller. Change toddler. Rinse cloth diaper. Wash hands. Shoes for toddler. Jacket for toddler. Shoes for baby....where are they? Find shoes. Shoes for toddler? What was I thinking? Boots for toddler. Jacket for baby. Feed baby, again. (had shots today...needs extra cuddles) Rescue toddler from tipped over stroller. Console toddler. Clean up spilled milk. Baby into stroller. Toy for baby. Close rain cover. Jacket for momma. Shoes for momma. Hat for toddler. Hat for momma. Go outside. Toddler wants to play in puddles. Go inside. Take off boots. Put on rubber pants. Boots for toddler. Outside. Walk down street. Toddler picks up rock. Toddler falls while carrying rock. Tears. Toddler wants to wash hands. Inside. Wash hands. Baby sleeping. Put baby in crib. Take off boots. Take off jacket. Fall into chair, exhausted. Repeat.