This morning, by contrast, I got up at 3 to see to B, got back to bed about 5, and up at 715 to start the process of getting C out the door for breakfast and kindermusic. J got to bed a little after midnight and was up at 630 to see to B. We then had full-contact offspring (with only a few meltdowns) until a little before 8. Tonight I'll take the early shift, and J will take the late, and we'll do the same thing tomorrow. By nightfall both of us will be whispering "I'm so glad C goes to daycare on monday."
Yeah, I know we signed up for it and then some. But still, Happy effing weekend.
In other news, we may be making a terrible mistake, but we signed up in the waiting list for a prius at the local dealer. J wants red.