Have just reached land

I swear to you that by 3:30 today, I felt as if I were stranded in the ocean and had been doggie paddling for days with no land in sight. Just as I was about to call it quits, the boys acceded to watching TV albeit under the agreement that one watch upstairs and one downstairs because god forbid they should share a show. I thought I might, thusly, have reached land and been saved, but no, there were multiple meltdowns about my unwillingness to cook a second dinner after the show, to share my bubble water with Oliver who had a mouthful of nuts and so forth. Crying in the bath, "do I really have to wear pajamas tonight? What about my police gear?", on and on until I decreed that bedtime was nigh, we would not be having stories or seconds on milk and that was that.Jack is asleep in the basement as of 12 minutes ago (6:02p EST peeps) and Oliver is wailing for more milk but I just cannot go in for seconds here. I mean, really, I just reached land safe and sound. Why would I throw myself back in with the circling sharks?!

I'm thinking about a brownie bake-off tonight, but I'm also thinking about crashing on the couch and calling it quits.