There are two sides of every bed. I'm pretty sure that everyone in my family fell off the wrong side of theirs when they woke up this morning (besides Jeff, who went to work at 4:45AM...smart man). Carter and Jack were both up caughing all night and got no sleep. I was up listening to the caughing all night and got no sleep. We were all groggy as we poured cereal into bowls and then groggy plus cranky as we cleaned up milk we had spilled in the process. I didn't have my first sip of coffee until about 3 hours after I woke up, which can prove to be detrimental to the health of my family. Jack took it upon himself (while I was outside with the puppy) to open my closet doors and pull every article of clothing off of our built-in shelves and tuck most of them inbetween the sheets of my unmade bed. I put the puppy in his kennel in the living room while I went to clean up the mess Jack made in the bedroom. Big mistake. Jack saw that I was busy and went into the living room and proceeded to feed the dog random household items by shoving them through the door of the kennel. Things like Jeff's deoderant, some string cheese and Natalie's toothbrush. Luckily, the toothbrush plays music and hearing it alarmed me enough to come running before the dog could actually EAT any of the stuff Jack provided him with.
It's not even 10 am yet and I'm having to remind myself that I do love being a stay at home mom, I really do. But I have to admit that I am looking forward to hitting the sheets tonight, if for no other reason than because falling asleep tonight will eventually bring a fresh start tomorrow.