Why I have to brag on the good days...

... because other days are like today. After going to bed at 6:45pm last night, Henri went to bed tonight at 6:30pm. Seems spreading poop all over the bathroom was exhausting.  He pooped his pants and went upstairs to "clean it up" and somehow I found poop on the sink, bathmat, his legs, the floor. I spent about an hour this afternoon giving him a bath and while he was in there was sanitizing the entire room.  Where was Valerie? Crying in the hall because she got up at 4am this morning, so her one nap was when she passed out at 10:30 in her high chair having a snack... for 1 1/2 hours (she usually takes a 2-3 hour nap in the afternoon). 

Yes, at 4am, she greeted me with happy cheers from her crib, so we got up and I dozed on the couch until 6am with her smacking me in the head with a toy every time the on demand Sesame Street was done.

Henri was so tired at dinner that when I gave him the choice of white milk and water and he wanted chocolate milk, he informed me, sobbing hysterically (by this time it had been going on for about 40 minutes) that his milk was "dangerous" and therefore could not be drunk.  Meanwhile Carter was asking me about the "life cycle of wheat" and how it ends up to be bread.

Mondays are usually my days to get things done. Well, today I did invitations for Henri's birthday party and I sanitized a bathroom.  Oh, well, better luck tomorrow at being Super Mom, I guess.

ETA: oh, yes, let me not forget I finally, finally got Carter to school on time for his Spanish class when I got a phone call upon arriving at home asking why I had dropped Carter of at school so early. Yes, the dear boy had forgotten he was supposed to be at class, and went off... now 10 minutes late.