welcome to the nut house

*last night, Big Sister was up from 2:23 until just after 3am. Crying. Because I gave her a drink in the wrong color dixie cup when she woke me out of a dead sleep because she was thirsty. (She can, of course, only drink out of a purple or pink dixie cup. Blue ones are for boys. Or her little sister.)
*for the last 3 days (ironically, the exact same number of days Husband has been gone), Little Sister has decided to get up one hour earlier than she used to. For no apparent reason. Other than that it is fun to get into bed with Mommy and have a full body spasm every 3.4 seconds and kick Mommy repeatedly so that Mommy can’t get any more sleep.
*this morning, Little Sister has thrown 4 fits. Already.
*Big Sis had 2 time-outs this morning.
*my 10-minute shower was interrupted twice. By crying kids.
*Little Sis spilled her cereal all over the floor.
*Big Sis somehow dipped her toy horse in her yogurt. Then was upset because the horse was dirty. (um, DUH!)
*There is now peanut butter smeared on the couch. Big Sis had peanut butter on her toast for breakfast. Coincidence? I think not.
*It is only 9:20.

help.

**update – At 12:10, I found the girls playing with not-yet-frozen flav-r-ices in the family room. Oh, yes. You know where this is going… a blue one had opened up and there was blue liquid all over the family room rug and pooled on a blanket we had received as a wedding gift. At 12:30, my mother-in-law showed up and saved my sanity by letting me get out of the house and away from the children for a bit. Lucky for them, cause I was about three seconds away from totally losing it.