Spoiler alert... they want to.
Last night when I went to bed I had such grand visions of my birthday.
Waking up early to a nice cup of coffee and a quite house. Going for a run before I wake the kids up and get Mabel ready for her first day of school. Stopping by Dunkins to celebrate surviving another year with my favorite coffee, spending the day with my little buddy Chip.
I was so excited I went to sleep with a smile on my face....
Then I awoke to screaming. Chip woke up in the middle of the night. I closed my eyes tighter hoping he would get back in bed like he normally does, when my bedroom door slammed open.
HEY MOM CHIP IS CRYING FOR YOU
yeah okay thanks Mabel. So I crawl out of my bed to grab Chip and take one step out of the door and it starts.
"Mom why was my door close? Is it time for school yet? Why was Chip screaming so loud? Why is it still dark out? Mom I'm scared of the dark. Mom why do you have that face on? Do you still need coffee? Mom? Mom?"
AND I'M UP. No chance of going back to bed, no chance of my morning run.
Good news is I got Mabel off to her first day with no tears... mostly because I was too tired to fully comprehend what was happening.
As far as the cake I was going to make tonight it may be a bust. I tried to take Chip to the store and he had a full on meltdown so we left without everything (don't worry I got my mascara).
One thing I know is I WILL GET A RUN IN TODAY... even if I have to take this little tantrum monster with me.
Literally still crying