This is a picture of the kids getting ready for school in the morning. "Wait a minute!" you say, "It's pitch black outside, it can't possibly be morning!" You're preaching to the choir, internet. I think anything before 7:30 (a.k.a. "crack of dawn") is the middle of the night. The first few days I had to go back to bed after the kids left (don't tell them) but now I'm managing much better. Am I a little princess? Maybe.