My husband works at night, and usually doesn’t get home until 12:30 p.m. or so. I work part-time from home, many times also at night, after the munchkins go to bed around 8.

Our kids get up by 6 a.m. most days, so we don’t get a whole lot of sleep. Only one of us will get up with them so that the other can avoid being a real-life version of The Walking Dead.

But here’s the thing, it’s pretty much impossible to sleep in. Whether Superhero and Sweet Pea playing together, or having some kind of skirmish over a toy, they are loud. Extremely loud.

If I transcribed everything my son said during regular conversation, even at the ungodly hour of 6 a.m., it would look like this:

“MOM, CAN I HAVE SOME BREAKFAST?”

“MOM, I CAN’T FIND MY BLUE HOT WHEELS TRUCK, THE ONE WITH THE FLAMES ON…