While away at the lake last weekend, several of us – yours truly included – succumbed to a brief bout of a flu bug (by this I mean a stomach virus. Not Influenza. Pet peeve #17.) Makes for a pleasant vacay, right? I slept what felt like 21 of 24 hours, but seeing how my general nocturnal cycles were a bit disrupted for 8 days prior, I figure I nursed a bit of of a Birth Hangover in there as well. Fortunately, on the whole, the bug seems short lived. 

Imagine how I lept for joy when JJ rolled out of bed at 5am to prop himself over the toilet. 
So today served as my return to Solo Mom Glory, navigating Newbornland life of sleeping / eating / changing every 3 hours alongside a 3-on-1 defensive situation. Complete with a pre-holiday grocery trip and a post-vacation-before-repacking laundry endeavor. 
Not to mention normal life of feeding*, cleaning up after and refereeing the 3 eldest. Who had just returned from an extended time away of late bedtimes, early mornings and generally getting what they wanted so that mom and dad could enjoy some R&R. (What? You want to jump in the lake? Make sure you plug your nose. Leap from the yard toys onto intertubes? Knock yourself out. But not literally. No hospital trips, please.) 
I believe my exact thought, circa 6pm, was, “what do I have in my fridge that I can add vodka to?”
So, go ahead and judge away… before bedtime I gave each of the kids a taste of the cupcakes a neighbor brought over (Oh, my The Cakery!) and told them that if I had to go into their rooms to tell them to be quiet and go to sleep I would eat every. last. one. Tonight. 
And I totally would. They would pair nicely with my pinot grigio. 
*Don’t be too impressed. Feeding in this case involved buying a pound of cold deli turkey, slicing a pepper and scooping out leftover salads onto whatever clean plates I could find in the drawer.