4:50 a.m.--Up to nurse the baby.
5:05 a.m.--Begged A. to take the baby downstairs for me.
6:10 a.m.--Charlie appeared in my room whining and claiming he was "not wet."
6:11 a.m.--Charlie lost his ever-loving mind when I got up, realized he was soaking wet, and tried to take his urine-soaked pants off of him.
6:12 a.m.--Hauled a totally melting down Charlie downstairs so he wouldn't wake up the whole house, pulled off his wet pants and underwear and went back upstairs to get pants for him and my own clothes.
6:14 a.m.--Put on my clothes while Charlie shrieked and tried to throw all clothes off the table and onto the floor.
6:16 a.m.--Made my coffee with a shrieking, pantsless Charlie wailing on the kitchen floor at my feet.
6:19 a.m.--Forced pants onto Charlie by brute force.
6:20-6:35 a.m.--Sat in a chair restraining a still-shrieking Charlie until he calmed down enough to agree to a book.
6:36-6:45 a.m.--Exhausted monotone reading of "Little Sally Mandy" and "Little Brown Bear."
6:46 a.m.--Finally coffee. Also lunch-packing, milk-pouring, toast-making, and egg-scrambling.
7 a.m.- now--Dressing children, re-dressing Charlie after he pulled his pants off and hid them, picking up the incredible accumulation of detritus in the house from six people being in constant residence over the weekend.
Now a.m.: Screw this morning. Is it bedtime yet?