Bad mommy

I'm alive, everyone. I know it's been a few days since I posted last, but this week has been so hectic I'm not even sure what time it is. Speaking of the time.... daylight savings time can kiss my tired arse! I am missing my "free" time when the boys were in bed by 6:30 and I could cozy up with my glass (bottle) of vino and spend some quiet, relaxing, totally worthless time stalking, I mean catching up, on Facebook. Now these little terrors are hittin the hay around 8pm and I'm wondering where the hell my day went. This is causing me to stay up later and they are not, contrary to popular belief, waking up later because they went to bed later. Nope, late to bed, earlier to rise is their motto! Ollie is teething for what seems like the 34th time and he's been up talking to himself and partying in the wee hours of the morning and although he's not crying, I of course get the infamous mommy guilt and can't fall back asleep until I hear him settle down. I then fall back into a restless slumber and get woken up by Nathan telling me he got him and Ollie some breakfast and can I take the cap of the OJ so he can pour himself a nice tall glass. I'm serious. I woke up today to find two bowls of Cheerios nicely laid out and a glass waiting to be filled with orange juice. Thank God I didn't find Ollie sitting at the table already waiting for a spoon, then I would have really lost it. Yup, Ben goes to work and I think I wake up in the morning, but really I fall back asleep while my Nathan watches his shows and gets himself ready like a little man. Cute you may think... but my God, I feel like a bad mom! Seriously.... he got himself breakfast, people!! There have been a plethora of things I have been experiencing this week including:

• I had my back turned, Nathan tried to climb the dresser and the whole damn thing fell down on him.... thank GOD I was in front of it to brace the fall. I do not even want to think about it... all I know is that I need to get furniture brackets to secure everything to the wall. I've been beating myself up all week about this accident.
• Nathan went potty in Kiki's litter box. Unbelievable, but true.
• Oliver fell down a few (carpeted) steps right before my eyes.
• The kids refuse to come inside after taking them to the park or out back... you would think I actually kept them locked in a cage the way they get.
• I ran with both of them in the stroller and made it a mile and half... that's an extra 80 lbs to the workout!! (proud Mommy moment)
• I went food shopping without a list and made it out alive, but spent twice as much.

Honestly, I'm so tired, I can't even remember half of the things I went though this week. Oh, the biggest bummer is the little laptop is broken, so I can't go on the computer whenever I feel like it. That's been the hardest thing because I have to run upstairs to go online, hence Ollie falling down the steps because they've been following me up here.... I have to take it somewhere, it just won't turn on anymore. I'll blame this one on the kids, too, what the hell.

I better go... I believe I heard Ben come home downstairs, but I can't really hear anything up here in the attic. Thank God it's Friday tomorrow!!