My son woke up at about 4:30am this morning because his leg was itchy. He woke up saying "mommy, medicine, medicine!"  After that, I don't think he fell back asleep. Then at 5am, he jumps up out of bed and said "poo! poo!" so off we ran to the bathroom. I was hoping to go back to sleep, but apparently, he thought it was morning and wanted to go play.

He played with the puzzles that his daddy got him yesterday and didn't want to leave for school without finishing them. Unfortunately, daddy didn't have time and had to go so we had to take the puzzles away. So then there was a great big tantrum. Half an hour after they left, I got a call from my husband saying that his drive to the preschool was stressful because Mr. little grouchy cried and screamed the entire way.

It was quiet at last for me after the boys left, but I feel like a zombie. I only got 4 1/2 hours of sleep.