Wake up call

I have good nights and no so good nights. Last night Ben and Morgan fought going to sleep. Woke up at midnight, ate, woke up at two, ate, woke up at four, wide awake. Adeline also woke up at two, but I managed to get her back to sleep, and woke up at just before five after hearing the ruckus both babies were putting on.
Not much sleep, extremely tired. Easily frustrated.
I needed to pump. There were crying fits from all three, a choking/gagging episode from Morgan , and a nasty poop explosion from Ben.
This was all well at six.
The kitchen is a mess from last nights chili that I didn't clean, and my husband is still sleeping. Lucky dog.
Through my numerous face palms and stressful sighs, I've got a big girl who asked to be dismissed from the table, a little girl who won't stop smiling and a little boy who is talking up a storm. Its hard to stay mad at these guys.