Bedtime is at 7:00.
(And unicorns are real and M&Ms have more vitamins than kale.)
It is now 8:27. We have officially been getting ready for bed for more than an hour and a half. One boy is sleeping. One boy is throwing blankets off of the top bunk. One mommy is silently gripping her sanity, holding on for dear life.
Can someone please tell me that this will eventually get better?
After screen time was over, Boy One threw a fit to end all fits because he wanted to watch another episode of Rescue Bots.
After smearing blueberry yogurt basically everywhere, Boy Two demanded more food, none of which he was willing to eat in his high chair.
After working for close to ten hours, I wanted to drink some wine and watch an episode of The Good Wife.
Obviously, my expectations for life are far too high.
Now, at 8:35, both boys are finally asleep.
I am physically and mentally exhausted.
And tomorrow will not be any better.