Just another Thursday morning.

The alarm goes off, every thirty minutes on the half hour (to make sure I don’t oversleep). I’ve been up on and off since 1 am for various reasons, snuggling/wrestling with a 13 month old since 9 pm. The final wake up call comes at 4:30 am and it’s time to peel myself out of bed and get in the shower.

Oddly enough, I’m feeling energized and ready to take on the day. My babies don’t share my enthusiasm, however, and the moods are in rare form. The crying starts before they even get out of bed and it continues for our entire traffic ridden drive to the babysitter’s house.

I tried all my tricks to keep them happy and eventually, they started working. An hour in the car for what should be a 20 minute drive, and blessedly, despite my usual frustration and irrational anger…