tired doesn't even come close to explaining how I feel...

This morning already I have;

• pried my newborn off my nipple to get up and make daddy coffee before he left for class
• made whack 'em on the counter cinnamon rolls to accompany breakfast because I feel guilty about the next bulleted item
  

• gotten oldest child off to school with a dose of Tylenol because she gets a flu shot today and I cannot drag the circus there to be with her
• changed two poopy diapers
• cleaned up a spilled (forgotten) cold cup of coffee off the living room carpet
• stepped in some squishy substance on the kitchen floor and immediately had to wash all the carpets and bleach the floor, I think it was poop
• went through clothing from my sister to find only one matching mitten to go with the one shoe she normally sends
• finally downloaded first birthday pictures and have yet to post them
• nursed the baby again and again
• answered the phone a dozen times