It's 6 pm and I am done for the day.  Unfortunately my kids would major protest going to bed right now.  So here I am eating chocolate whoppers and blogging! Of course I am making sure that they are not destroying the house or harming each other, but outside of that, I stopped caring where they drag the blankets and toys and what they are doing with them.  There will be a big mess to clean up; dishes, books and toys in the kitchen...bedroom.s...living room...bathroom...(sigh!)
This is the most overwhelmed I have felt since my baby was born.  My husband has been on call/working this weekend so since 6 am Friday morning he has been home and awake for 9 hours.  Not that I am complaining (because once this moment passes I will be back to normal) but that it is part of why today was hard (that and the thought keeps coming into my mind that my sister would have been here to help with my husbands long work weekend had my husband not been nice to his coworker and switched last weekend for this one!) 
I think I handled Friday's 24 hour shift much better because I had an out with the TV.  My husband and I have tried not to let TV be turned on on Sundays, but today was a battle within myself to not use it for a break from my kids.  It is one of those love/hate relationships.  I love that the TV can give me a break but I hate that it is a time waster and also my son would never turn it off if he had the choice.  In fact he has made his own TV out of a scrap piece of wood and was pretending to watch it earlier when I declined another request to turn on the TV.
It hasn't helped that my younger son is sick and instead of going to nursery at church I kept him with me.  He did pretty good in the adult classes, but it is hard to keep him from being active, making noise, and distracting other people.  Thankfully most of the adults are helpful and hopefully understanding as they have ''been there before!'' 
Oh! there seems to be even more that I could blame for my lack of ability to keep sane today, but the reality is that ''this too shall pass'' and "that which does not kill us makes us stronger!"  I'm sure this is partly why everyone seems to say that 3 is the hardest.
Well there goes my baby crying, the swing is no longer making her happy.  So here's to motherhood!  The BEST but most challenging job :)