The boys finally fell asleep close to 12am.
I was exhausted and frustrated.
I cried to release stress. That's what I do. Hot tears of anger and frustration rolled onto my pillow. There are days like these that I feel like I can't do this. I can't be a good mom.
Kissed my sleeping angels a few times over. Whispered into their ears, "Mommy and Daddy love you so much." Adjust their pillows to keep them from rolling over the edge.
Got a drink for Daddy. Had a few "nga-ku" (arrow root) chips stuffed down my throat.
Now really going to sleep...after I brush my teeth.