Time for wine?

I'm having one of THOSE mornings.

Where they both woke for no reason at 6.20am (I knew staying up and watching Grey's Anatomy until midnight was a bad idea. McDreamy I blame you.

This was after three wake ups in the night from small and one from big. Which woke small.

We got downstairs, and the moaning begins. Because they are tired. Maybe you should have stayed asleep then boys...
   
I fob them off with a cereal bar and orange juice so I can drink my coffee in peace. This lasts all of 90 seconds before again, the whining starts.
Cold coffee, yet again.

So I get them some breakfast, and put a load of washing on whilst they are eating.

Time to get dressed. Then realise I meant to put their pjs in the wash I'd already started. Balls.

Go into the kitchen to see if I can stop it and chuck their clothes in. No. Sigh.

Run upstairs to put them in wash basket. Come back down to find two soaked children who thought playing with juice was hilarious.

Back upstairs for clean clothes. More additions to the wash basket.

Small bumps his head. Lots of tears. Third bump in as many days, fabulous.

Now I'm writing this post whilst they are flopping all over me, moaning.

Is it bedtime yet?

Or at least time for wine?!