I had forgotten what it's like...

To wake up six times a night.

To catch a stream of baby urine with my hand.

To get poop on my face.

To get projectile milk vomit in my hair.

To walk around bouncing for "fussy time" for 2-3 hours every night.

More than that though, I'd not realized what it's like to do all that with two other young children.

Today was good for them though:  Netflix and playing in the backyard in the morning.  Going on a treasure hunt to the park in the afternoon and putting sticks and rocks and leaves in their pails. Having them help make Kraft mac n'cheese for dinner, measuring the milk and butter and stirring everything in.   "Camping out" in the living room in the evening by making s'mores in the fireplace and sleeping in their pillow and blanket fort.  

"Best night EVER!" exclaimed Xander.

God I'm exhausted.