The Day My Son Ate My Brownie

So I have had an eventful evening/morning. It all started last night. (cue flash back music and the fade into another scene).
Last night we went to dinner with my mom. She graciously picked up my son from daycare and we met her at the restaurant. Then we went home, and started our nightly rituals...(and I watched the movie 'Lemonade Mouth' on the Disney Channel...LOVED IT but I have a penchant for teeny bopper movies and the Disney Channel in general).
Then I realized I couldn't find my cell phone. This is important for several reasons: 1. This is how I wake up, 2. Anyone who knows me, KNOWS I cannot live without my phone. 3. This is how I wake up.
So, I was frantically running around trying to figure out where my phone was - and calling it incessantly. Finally someone answered. Apparently I left it at the restaurant, and had to get there in 10 min in order to retrieve it. SO...i hightailed it over to the restaurant and got it. I got home, and my son was crying - AND I had to pee, btw my husband was already sleeping at this point. So I peed, and then got my son out of his bed. And apparently pee is the reason he woke up too. Apparently he had somehow gotten his diaper off and proceeded to pee all over the bed and himself, and let's face it laying in pee would make anyone cranky. So, I woke up my husband, sponge bathed and changed my son and calmed him down. Meanwhile, my husband was changing the sheets and making the necessary whatevers to the bed - I don't know I didn't ask. So I finally got him back in bed, and it was about 11:30pm. Not too bad, right?
I thought so too! Then I made our lunches (mine and Tim's) because that is how we eat everyday and then I settled down for the night. And started reading, this is my normal routine.
Then my sister texts me, and it was traumatic, but I don't want to share it here, because it is not my story to tell. But because she was having such spotty reception, I ended up staying up until almost 3 to get a sporadic story via texts from her.
Then this morning, I woke up (late as per usual), and took a shower and did my hair and the normal getting ready things. I got Dylan up and did the same. He was in a pretty good mood, actually which was awesome because I am still so so so so tired. Anyhow, he was in a good mood, until we got in the car. Apparently, he is all about my lunch box. He knows I bring food in it, and today he was hungry. So I had to go through everything in my lunch box and he finally settled on my brownie. So I gave it to him, and before you get all excited it was a Fiber One 90 calorie brownie, and let's face it - doughnuts are SO much worse. Then I promptly proceeded to start sneezing my head off. I do not think this is at all in relation to giving D the brownie, but it is an interesting coincidence! And I have been sneezing my head off ever since! It is now almost noon, and if my sneezing fits subside, maybe I'll have a chance to miss my brownie, but probably not - now more than anything I just want a nap!