I'll sleep when I'm old...

At least that's what I keep telling myself just to push myself through the day.  At this point I'm sure I'm surviving solely on coffee, chocolate and adrenaline.  It become glaringly apparent at 7:30 this morning when Jakob (my middle) burst (literally) through my bedroom door shouting "MOMMYYYYYY!!! MOMMMMYYYYY!!!  I just had the biggest poop and I think there's something wrong with me!! ahhhh!!"  So..after I slowed my pulse to a dull roar in my chest and cleaned the crap out of my own drawers I asked him, "Jakob! WHY did you have to come barreling into MY bedroom while I'm trying to sleep to tell me that? Is Daddy not sitting right there in the kitchen??"  ..yes..  "Annnnd you walked right past him to come and share that news with ME?"  ...sorry Mom.    So ya.. my children hate for me to sit, sleep, have phone conversations, pee alone, watch a t.v. show, eat hot meals, or have ANY semblance of composure anymore.   Of this I am sure.  After not being able to even shut off my light last night until midnight, and then the hubs waking up to chit chat for a couple hours.  The puppy deciding it was a good time to cry at the side of my bed..  I might be working on a couple solid hours of dose time.  But that's a pretty solid "might."   As I lay in bed earlier with my fan on high listening to all the screaming, puppy chasing, shouts and laughter.. I decided to just give up trying to "sleep in" and got up to make myself a coffee.  Now that I'm up of course the puppy is sleeping, and the kids are playing and quietly watching t.v. while the hubs is happily sitting at his computer drinking his nice quiet cup of coffee.  Oh wait! He always gets to do that.  What was I thinking? Don't worry.. I'm not bitter about it.  I'll sleep when I'm old....     If I ever believed in reincarnation I'd want to come back as a Dad.