One of those days ...

Sadly, it's been one of those days that I wish I could crawl into bed, wrap the covers over my head and not come up for air for about 24 hours. 

I try not to complain about the cushy life I lead, but sometimes it has its moments.  

Like when Thing 3 wakes up at 0630 (which is against Family Code unless you are gainfully employed by an external employer and must report for duty) and wakes up Thing 4 by turning on the light and rummaging through the closet, climbing on the rocking chair, slamming the bedroom door and snatching The Boy's pappy from the crib.

Combine this with a teething baby who isn't happy awake, and can't sleep because he's teething and Thing 3 keeps waking him up.

Mix that with a husband sleeping off a night shift and shake well -- in a corner in the fetal position while Thing 3 jumps off the coffee table and bangs her head on the lovely hardwood floors and Thing 4 shoves an unidentified substance into his mouth for the 37th time today.

Beat your head against the wall about 30 times, or until well pulped.  This allows you to get some relief from the constant whining when Things 1 & 2 come home from school, fighting and pushing and crying and spilling half a gallon of milk on the floor.  Which promptly runs under the refrigerator.  

I envy the milk.