Where is the Panic Button?

3:15am 2 year old daughter wakes up and starts whine/crying
3:16am Mom wakes up hearing daughter
3:17am Little brother (1 year old) wakes up

Dad is out of town so Mom is single parenting...this is the start of day 4 of her excellent adventure. 


Yep!!  That was me this morning.  Thoughts of who do I choose first and how do I console 2 babies at once echoed loudly as the cries seemed to turn to chants.  In the end both babies were back asleep...at about 4:30am.  Niiiceee.  I know, I know a little sarcastic.  But if you are reading with a little nod on your face you know what I am talking about.  The grateful part of me takes over and says, "you aren't a single parent" or "can you imagine having 3" and the spirit calms. 

I need my sleep.  I am one of those people that needs sleep to thrive.  I didn't get my sleep.  I am allergic to caffeine.  It was a rough day. 

My 2 year old tried so hard today to be good...in between the 900 times she was told to 'stop' this or 'no' to that.  She gave it her best today.  She knew I was having a rough day.  The one year old...well he's one. 

Tonight as I tried so hard to be patient and it wasn't working all I could think was, where did they put the panic button?  "They" are hiding it from me.  Or maybe it's that we could pretty much qualify for an episode of Hoarders right this second as I am surrounded by a mountain of toys.  Eh, I will pick them up tomorrow...after they play with them again. 

So let me end with this tidbit of sassy humor...when those bells ring in the morning for round 5,  I am gonna jump up and stand in my best warrior pose and let the kids eat out of the Cheerios box for breakfast.  Maybe one less dish to wash!