Not a good morning....

Parker woke up at 5:30. I kept hoping he would go back to sleep, but he wouldn't. I went in his room and he was wet. He soaked through his PJ's and got his sheets too. Poor guy. I got him up and cleaned up and changed and sat down. The first thing he did was ask for a drink and to play Nick Jr.. I was tired so I wasn't very happy to have these demands right away. Why did I stay up so late last night?! Then, as I sat there with a "it's too early" queasy stomach, the cat proceeded to barf right in front of me. It was almost more than my stomach could handle. I walked into the kitchen for paper towels and spray and I saw an even bigger pile of barf. Yuck! Then I realized that I hadn't cooked the hamburger for the taco meat for Parker's lunch. I had to start that. My boy, that doesn't eat breakfast, smelled it cooking and kept begging for some. I kept telling him that it wasn't done yet but he didn't like that answer. When I finally got it finished he ate two bowls of it. That is really strange for him in the mornings. Then Molly started whining about wanting to stay home and that her backpack was too heavy. It was and I keep telling her not to take too much stuff. Ahhhhh! What a morning. Now I'm tired, cranky and trying to clean the house and organize and declutter all of Parker's books. I hope the rest of the day goes better.