It's 8:30 in the morning and already its a bad day. I should have expected it... after all, Tom does have Softball tonight (game starts at 7:30 and its about 45 minutes form here so not home earlier then 9:30).

Owen went to bed late last night.. around 10:45 he finally went to sleep. Then Cole AND Hunter were up and in my bedroom at 6am! I woke up with a headache and took 4 Tylenol. Hunter was trying for a bit - screeming actually.

Then I was cleaning and asked Cole where his brother's cards were (last night Hunter picked out a SpongeBob deck of cards but didn't open ti yet). He said upstairs. I told him to get them now. He sad, "Hmph! I like Dad better." Then he brought them down and asked, "How do you play?" I told him it didn't matter because they were not his cards. He said, "I hate you!" and stormed upstairs.

Now from teh time I wake up until I go to sleep I am alone with these kids. My 1 break is once every 2 weeks for about 3 hours and that is with Tommy. I am never alone. I never get a rest. I haven't slept in in forever. No matter how sick I am, I always have to be up and on my ga,e. But Tom? I close the bedroom door on weekends so he can get sleep. Why? I have no idea. I guess I am more considerate.

Ugh... some days have no end and I know this is going to be one of them!