Why Do I Even Bother?

So today is Sunday and what are we supposed to do on Sunday? Well obviously we are supposed to go to church. Apparently someone is trying to thwart me in my attempt to do what is right. Now keep in mind that this is not the first time I have been thwarted this summer so I will tell you both stories and you can decide if I need an exorcism.
Story #1
Today was a normal Sunday morning with my hair not working, numerous pairs of pants not fitting my kids, and black socks MIA so that only white socks can be worn with church shoes. On this day not unlike many other Sunday's Cody is taking his own sweet time getting ready and it is 10:45. I am finishing combing Cayden's hair and as I walk out of their room I grab a cup of orange juice (that is not allowed in the bedrooms mind you) and as I turn toward the door I bump into the door frame and dump orange juice all over me and the floor. This was probably about 1/2 a cup of juice but it looked like the whole jug was spilled on the floor in the hall, the walls, the door, the door frame, the baseboards, the rugs and of course down my dress, up into my hair and down my arm. Perfect-just so you know there will be no pictures of this Disaster of the Day because there were too much crying going on and even though I am telling all of you about it I really am still not amused. I did not yell at anyone, I did not accuse anyone and I did not make it to church on time. I went to my room, took off the dress, put on a pair of jammy pants all the while crying and crying and crying. I went back to the other side of the house, wiped up the juice, rolled up the rug, wiped the walls, the baseboards, and the door with my children hovering yet trying to be invisible in case the wrath of mom decided to make an appearance. After a hug from Don, he took the 3 boys to church while Cody dilly dallied in the bathroom getting ready-a regular Sunday occurrence. I cleaned up the kitchen, mopped the floors and then took a shower AGAIN. I really did not want to go to church but because Cody was still here I had to take him so I decided that I might as well go too. We missed Sacrament meeting but I made it to Sunday School and Relief Society. Now if this was the first time I had been foiled maybe I would not have cried so much but a few weeks ago...
Story #2
I can't remember everything that happened that morning other than it was another one of those days that I should have just stayed in bed. Cody was making us late and Don left with the 3 boys to get us a seat at church. When Cody was finally ready to go and I was heading to the car, I walked out the garage door and toward my car. When I turned I saw that I had walked by a toad that had made its way over to the door that goes into the house and it HOPPED at me. I walked right past it not seeing it and then it HOPPED at me. That was the final straw and of course I started to cry
(because when I get scared like that I cry) Cody came running and scooted the toad out of garage and into the driveway with a box because he was not going to touch it of course. I had to go in and fix my face and we were later than we would have been. I did make Cody walk out to the car before me just in case the toad came back or had friends. What is the deal? Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.