Okay I try hard not to complain about being tired. Afterall, it is a staple of motherhood, expected and temporary. But after Patrick's birth I learned the TRUE meaning of sleep-deprivation....I am not even going to go back down that memory lane. But trust me, it was very, very bad.

So compared to what I have experienced this isn't so terrible, but Waaaaahh!! I'm sleepy!!!
Last night we had all of the children in our bed with us by 12:30 am. We normally can make it till about 3, but oh well. So between the hours of 12 and 3 Sarah woke up twice for a drink, Patrick woke up sobbing uncontrollably for 20 minutes, and thankfully Luke somehow slept through it. At 3:30 Luke woke up to eat, which is unusual-he is my wonderful baby who sleeps all night, every night. :)

So at 3:45 I crawled my sorry behind back into bed and immediately feel a spreading wetness....I should have known all the drinks was going to add up to bad news for me. Patrick wet the bed. With all of us in it. So I spent 30 minutes fixing the bed, cleaning pee off of us, and changing clothes. At 4:45 Luke woke up yet again. And again at 6, this time up for good. Patrick carried on crying after the pee incident for a long time so being the unsympathetic mommy that I am I carried him out to the living room and dropped him on the couch alone. There he cried until the bed was cleaned up and I told him to stop crying or I was going to make him sleep on the couch. I didn't even feel bad-by this time I knew the night was a bust and sleep was a mere fantasy.

I have come to the conclusion that my husband is a big, unhelpful, well-rested weenie.
At some point during the pee and Luke's 2 nasty poop diapers (forgot to mention those...) I realized that he had conveniently vanished. I discovered him blissfully snoring away in Sarah's bed...alone and comfortable, and SLEEPING. Grrrrr.

Yesterday morning I was in the bathroom getting fixed up and I prayed: God, I really want to make it to Mass today. Please help me out. I know I haven't done much for you lately, but please, please help me just this one Sunday. Maybe not the most "proper" prayer technique, but I meant it! I had the kids dressed and their bag of church-approved playthings to keep them quiet/occupied. I had 10 minutes to leave so I decided to top the baby off so he'd last the 30 minute drive. I was making last-minute deals with the kids ("If you are really good for mommy at church I'll get you a lollipop when we go to Publix!") and it didn't look good-they were so busy arguing with each other they weren't listening to my bribery tactics.

Right as I was starting to become discouraged and make up LAME EXCUSES not to go, the neighbors called and asked if Sarah could come play. Now I know that Sarah really needs to go to Mass with me, but baby steps, right? So I pulled her clothes off and slapped a swimsuit on her and sent her to the neighbors' house to swim. Bad mommy taking the easy way out? Nah, I choose to think of it as God easing me back into His graces.

So just me and the boys headed off to church and it was awesome!! Patrick sat on the floor and played with cars, swayed along to the singing, and even sat still on the seat for a few moments just listening. Praise God!!! Luke was wide awake, but quiet and happy. This was just amazing. Finally it came time for the Eucharist and YUP something went wrong. This is afterall MY life-something always happens. :)

It was super quiet as it should be when Luke grunted and let it rip. Of course people turned to look and all I could do was point at him with an expression of "That was NOT me" on my face. So he carried on as long as he could and Patrick felt the need to explain to everyone gleefully, "Baby POOP!"...as if they didn't know. So I put Luke up on my shoulder to carry him to the bathroom and-LOOKOUT-projectile puke all over me. Scrambling for the cloth diaper to clean us up with I noticed my skirt had a familiar, uncomfortable moist feel to it. YAY!! Poop leakage all up baby's back and on my legs!! WOOHOO!!

So I made the embarrassing walk to the bathroom-mind you we are still in the middle of the most sacred prayer there is-and booked it out of there. Yes, I should have stayed, I mean it's just baby stuff, but I have to be proud of what I DID accomplish, not what I haven't ya know?

So in conclusion I had a really monumentous day (that is the longest I've made it through Mass in a looong time) and I feel renewed. I am back!! WOOT!