Childcare is relentless

Last night, at the end of a very tiring busy week, the crib broke.  Poor Rich.  He just looked so defeated.  We still had to feed the kids, clean the kids, clean the kitchen, bath kids and put said children down to sleep.  Plus, we had to get the toddler out of time out for never ending high pitched screaming and get the boys to clean up all their Legos that were spread throughout the carpet.

The baby still gets up every two hours to feed and when he erupts with spit up out his nose, it can take an hour to get him back down.  So needless to say we are getting a good 4-5 hours of sleep every night.

So when the crib broke, I really though Rich was going to pack a bag and take off last night.  But he didn't.

We then went through our orchestrated nightly ritual in unison and we didn't die.  I nursed Gryffin down to sleep then put Cooper in a bath while Rich put up another crib (this was Finn's crib, but he is still in the pack n play in our room.)  Jack head butted Riley in the jaw as I was dressing Cooper in PJ's as he was attempting to escape my clutches during the white ointment on the bottom treatment.  Oi.  I finally rassled Cooper into the diaper and jammies and fetched an ice pack for Riley.  Jack and Riley brushed their teeth and Jack read to Cooper while I straightened up the bathroom and bedroom.  Rich finally finished the bed to go clean the kitchen (he still hadn't eaten dinner and it's 8p) I nurse Cooper down and the big boys are in bed reading.  The baby fusses, Rich fetches the baby and abandons the kitchen.  I come out from Coopers room and grab the baby and try to settle him down.  Rich finishes the kitchen and eats (I'm assuming because I didn't see him do any of this and at this point he is mute.)  At about 9:08p I still can't settle Gryffin and need Rich to come get the baby so I can sleep for a few hours.  He comes up and I'm out like a light.  

Thank God its Saturday.