The End of the World and Cerial at Midnight

I remember when I found out I was pregnant, I wanted boys. Girls are so emotional, and I don't do hair or bow or dresses. I've adapted on the hair, bows ans dresses. My girls are not the most fashionable on the block, but considering I'm their mother, we are doing good. Now, let's talk about the emotional part. Seriously, it gets worse? How? Today was been a day where the song with the chorus "It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine" has been running through my head. McKayla has been teary and sad and highly upset all stinking day. Now in argument and defense, I've been no picnic basket. I didn't go to sleep until after 2:00 am and I had to get up early today for church. I might be hyper grumpy and not in the mood to listen to the tears. However, I thought she was dying when I turned off Diego. There were tears. Sigh. This leads me to my second part of this blog: cereal after midnight. I don't really think of cold cereal as a breakfast food. For some odd reason, it does not fill me up. I can eat a whole bowl and still be hungry in about an hour. Really, it is a lot of calories that don't do anything. However, after a day of being bitten, Ariana likes her new teeth, pooped on, spit up on, yelled at, and told that I'm not very nice, I find that the hours after about 9:30 pm are sacred. No one yells at me, there are no demands placed on me. Cereal at this point becomes a guilty pleasure of a snack that has no nutritional value what so ever, but no one is asking me to share it. It's no wonder that I stay up as late as possible reading my books, being of face book, and eating my cereal. I am going to try to break this habit, so I can function when morning comes and my girls need me again, but at least I know why it is midnight and I am eating Multi grain Cheerios, again.