I Am Tired

So very, very tired.

I am tired because I basically have not slept in five years. Cole gets up every night to pee, and while it is lovely that he no longer requires the use of a Pull Up, it'd be even lovelier if he just went in his own bathroom and went back to bed, instead of waking me up and requiring an escort for what is definitely a one-man job.

I am tired because, as usual, Mason was literally in. my. face at 6:48am asking when I was going to make breakfast, cause he's "really, really hungry." Probably because he barely ate his dinner because he "didn't love it.

I am tired because, all before 7:30am this morning, I made three meals for three children, each with its own variation, each with a different beverage, and each with a lot if whining.

I am also tired because one of the toilets was overflowing this morning (for whatever inexplicable, cruel joking-universe reason) and thus I had to use about a hundred towels to dry up the flood, do five loads of laundry to clean the aforementioned 100 towels, and mop the floor clean of toilet water (twice, to be on the safe side).

I am tired because my kids fight every second of every day. They fight over everything. And Nothing. At the same time. They are currently in two different rooms watching two different DVDs. It's bad parenting, but it affords me peace.

I am tired because to alleviate all this stress, I went to the gym this morning and ran three miles, at which point I decided it would be a good idea to run sprints up a hill. 45 second intervals of running at an 8.5 with a 4.0 incline. That will wear your ass out.

But, despite all of this, it is safe to say that I am not as tired as Cole.