Morning Rush Hour

between the hours of 12am and 7am, I have: fed Evangeline twice, dealt with a kid having a coughing fit, stripped our sheets and put them in the wash because Eva threw up all over them and herself, calmed down a crying 3 year old who smacked herself in the face with a belt she was playing with, calmed down a grumpy husband who got smacked in the face with a wand that same child was playing with, protected the baby from getting her head jumped on while laying innocently on the bed, and got into an argument with a three year old as to why she cannot have popcorn for breakfast. I need a vacation from my life.