(Not) Mom of the Year

 But arguably a probably pretty normal one.

 Thanks to Bean, I haven't gotten much sleep in the last couple days, which in and of itself is sufficiently frustrating and a problem, because I don't handle being sleep deprived very well. In short, not getting enough sleep, especially for a couple days, makes me sort of like a grenade full of angry bees... with a pin that kind of likes to pop out on it's own.

 So yeah, at the moment, not my finest hour of calm and meditative behavior. Combine this with the fact that Bean is now tired from being up 90% of the night, also teething, and his older brothers fun stunts this morning, and I feel like SEVERAL grenades worth of angry bees.

 ((Apparently apple juice and vanilla-chocolate-chunk yogurt look an amazing amount like barf if you mix them together. Granola Bars are caltrops for your socks, and if he keeps changing options on his talking "Scout" doll every couple seconds... I will have a seizure. Also he woke up his brother.))

 Basiclly I'm going to spend the day trying not to loose it, and it's one of those days where it really feels like they WANT me to.