I woke up at 6:15

Are you catching a theme here?

I woke up at 6:15 to feed the baby; at least she had slept through the night. This could not be said about her big brothers. One slept with us for a few hours untill I had been kicked a few too many times and took him back to his bed somewhere around 4 am. The other had come in at 6 for who knows what. Neil took him back to his bed and when he returned brought me the baby to feed. I snooze and feed Megan. Mitchell comes back to our room, again, I don't know why, but I tell him to get in our bed. Megan is done and is sleeping. Suddenly screams are tearing through the quiet early morning. Mark is screaming and heading to my room! Quick, get the baby in her bassinet while she is still sleeping, head Mark off in the hallway so he does wake up Mitchell too! Oh wait, Mitchell never really went back to sleep anyway. Mark is in our room. He stops screaming as soon as he gets in our bed. Ok! At least he stopped. Let's rest for just a few more minutes before we really have to get out of bed. "Mark, stop rolling on me!" "Do not talk to your brother! He is still sleeping!" "Mark, I don't like to be touched." With a hard squeeze on the arm, "Don't talk to him! Mark roll over let me sleep in the middle." Neil opens the bathroom door. My silent prayer, "Please don't come over here, we are 'sleeping.'" Kisses for everyone. "Bye bye Daddy." Neil is in the kitchen then he leaves through the laundry room. Mark jumps out of bed crying again, "I want to wave bye to daddy in the window!" It is 7:15. We are all out of bed now heading to the living room window to wave. Mitchell tries the laundry room door instead. I am deathly afraid of him jumping out the door and Neil not seeing him as he pulls out of the garage. "Mitchell, stop! Come here and wave! Close the door and come to the window!" Now Mitchell is in a melt down. "I want to tell daddy I love him". Neil has pulled out of the garage and is about to leave the driveway. I open the front door to stop him. We are all in our jammies and freezing. Mitchell is still sobbing. Mark is standing there in a daze. Neil gets out of the car. "You must stop crying to tell Daddy what you want to tell him or he can't understand you." "I can't stop crying. . . I. . . I can't!" Big daddy hug. "I love you Mitchell." "You better tell him too, since you are crying so much about it!" "I. . . love. . . you. . . (sob, sob)" Close the door. Still sobbing. Everybody to the living room. TV on. Praise God for PBS Kids! Sobbing stops. "Mark would you like to watch tv too?" I go to the kitchen to make sippy cups. Chocolate milk for Mark. One down, one to go. Then they will leave me alone! Apple juice for Mitchell. Pour the juice. Knock over the juice. The cup and the huge jug! Oh, Crap! The huge 64 ounce jug is glugging all over the cabinet! Grab everything upright! Holy Cow! Is this really happening? Sop up the counter. Re pour and deliver the cup, because it is only moments before Mitchell will be in here damanding his juice and probably crying again. Back to the kitchen to clean up the lake of juice on my floor and cabinets. It takes two kitchen towlels and a bath towel. Then I am mopping the floor! Yes! Mopping! Mark wanders into the kitchen. "Watch out! It is wet! Mark, go around!" Slip, fall, drop cup, cry. "Here is your cup. I told you to stop. Let's go watch tv with brother." Take the towels to the washer. It is full of wet clothes. Open the dryer. It is full too, at least they are dry. Laundry to couch. Laundry to dryer. Juice towels into the washer. Start washer. Oh yeah, the juice. It is still all over the cabinets, and inside the cabintes! Clean the cabinets. Oh man is it really inside the ice cream maker? Next cabinet. Pots and pans. Yes, it is in all of the pots! I am slumped on the still kind of sticky kitchen floor wiping shelves and pots. I still have to make lunches, get everyone dressed for school, feed the baby again before we leave at 9 . . . Oh, It is only 7:45! Plenty of time!