Well, they didn't get up at 4:50 at first.... they got up at 2:00. Actually, H got up to pee... I heard him do that, then I heard all the lights being switched on and him waking Yordi up. I went up and used gestures (polite ones, but at that moment all bets were off) to indicate that they needed to get back in bed. All lights off, went back downstairs... heard them talking... back upstairs... back downstairs.... talking... back upstairs... planted myself between their rooms... back downstairs... Yordi calling for Mommy... got my head in a headlock, Y kept waking herself up to see if I was still there. Went and got my pillow and blanket... "slept" on her floor. H was solidly out, stinker.
Today has not been stellar so far. Lee's still jet-lagged or something... I'm totally grumpy and trying not to take it out on anyone. Y is happy. H woke up crying.
Dropped the eggs with which I was going to make french toast on the floor in front of the fridge. Yordi came by and said "Oh my God." Which, at that point was pretty much how I felt. I mustered an "Oh my goodness", but there was much internal gnashing of teeth.
Pray for us in our hour of need.
Yesterday was really good. No meltdowns. Today it might be the adults who have the meltdowns, and the kids who got 9 hours of sleep will be like "What? Why are they so upset?"