What four years does to a person's morning:
7:20 am: Bright and early from Johnny's room I hear him call out, "Mom, I soaked." There isn't a diaper in the world that will keep him or his sheets dry for twelve hours. I don't care what you say, pampers.
7:30 am: Sheet's, pajamas, pillow and stuffed animals in wash. Washing machine was actually empty this morning. Bonus!
7:35 am: Make coffee. Hurry, just make coffee.
7:36 am: Make breakfast for older two before the needy one...I mean baby wakes up.
7:37 am: Give Johnny cereal.
7:37 1/2 am: Give Molly cereal. Molly doesn't want cereal. Give Molly yogurt. Johnny wants yogurt, now. Make something for myself. Now both kids want what I have. But who cares about eating anyways because now the baby is awake.
8:00 am: Nurse, change diaper, re-clothe, pump....because child only woke up once last night, which would be awesome except Johnny boy still wakes up 2 or 3 times a night....GO THE *&^%$ TO SLEEP, JOHN.
9:00 am: Johnny's ready for his second breakfast. "Me huuungry, mommy. Me hungry." But that's okay because I can hear the coffee pot sending out violent beeps warning to shut off if not given immediate attention. Back to the kitchen.
9:15 am: Molly finds Tinkerbelle with recently glued wing.
9:16 am: Molly breaks recently glued wing.
9:17 am: Johnny eats banana, Molly's discarded cereal and the remainder of her half eaten yogurt.
9:17 1/2 am: Molly finds out Johnny has eaten her "breakfast."
9:18 am: Ignore whatever is going on between them, because they will eventually work it out peacefully...ha...because I need to send a neglected email, which doesn't work because file can't be opened because computer freakin' suxs!!! Download, uninstall, restart, install, restart, half listen to Molly's story about a pteranodon, click on icon over and over again hoping to get a different outcome...all while bouncing madly on a stability ball to keep twelve week old asleep.
10:00 am: Give up and turn on Sesame Street.