Tyler appears to be going through some jealousy issues. In the middle of the night, while I was sitting up quietly feeding the baby and everyone else was sleeping, Tyler sat up next to me, whining. I told him to put his head back on the pillow which usually is all it takes to put him back to sleep. But instead he told me to put the baby down. "Baby down," he ordered. Apparently he wanted me to hold him and knew that wouldn't happen unless I emptied my arms. Let's just say ordering mommy to do anything at 3 a.m. isn't going to go over very well. I secretly think to myself there's daytime mommy and then there's nighttime mommy. By day I'm patient, well spoken, always trying to be a good model for my kids. By night I'm short tempered, somewhat delirious, and don't really care about much of anything besides going back to sleep. My reaction must have been worse than I first thought because it even woke Shawn up. "You don't tell me what to do," I hollered at Tyler (even though he was laying right next to me). Well, there. Now I know how my parents felt the hundreds of times I told them what to do.

You're wondering how bad the nighttime mommy can really be, aren't you? I envision locking Tyler's bedroom door and letting him cry himself to exhaustion, turning off the baby's monitor and letting him cry through the night, putting a pillow over my head, cotton in my ears, and getting my first good night's sleep in almost two years. But I don't actually do it, so I guess I'm not that bad.