Sleep deprived...

I am NOT a morning person, never have been. I am especially not a morning person when I am up and down all night feeding a baby. (side note* I really wanted to hit my husband this morning when he looked at me feeding Lila for the 6th time since 3 am and said, "So, she slept good last night, huh?" I managed to refrain from saying anything more snide than, "Just because she didn't wake you up does not mean she slept well." I think he got the point.) But I will admit that I was already more than a little testy because Jake came up stairs with his typical "I can't go to school... I don't feel good" routine. He was quite firmly sent downstairs to get dressed and came back up 5 minutes later crying and covered with vomit. I think he threw up all over the downstairs on purpose because we wouldn't believe that he was sick. I need to read him the story about the boy who cried wolf...
So here I sit watching My Friends Tigger and Pooh, with Lila in her bouncer, a sink full of dirty dishes, an overflowing hamper, a stripped bed, and having scrubbed the carpet in half the rooms in my house. Oh crap, the 2 year old just woke up. So much for a nap. I am not getting dressed today.