I am clearly missing the gene required to be a good caregiver for children. Last night, SD6 woke up at 4:30 AM, crying for SO for something. All that SO told me was that it was "not important at all". She woke up again at 5:30 crying for him because she'd wet the bed. Both times, without knowing what she was crying about, my only instinct was to bury my head under my pillow and curse her under my breath for not shutting the hell up so that I could get some sleep.

I was supposed to be at work at 8 today because I absolutely must leave at 5. Because of the bedwetting and waking up twice, I didn't get back to sleep until 6:30 AM; obviously, this means that I overslept and didn't get to work until 9. Which means that in order to get off of work at 5, I have to work through my lunch today.

Summer is the worst season because of visitation. I cannot wait until it's over. Only eight more days left in the first part of the summer visitation, thank God. The only bad thing is that it ends with 4th of July, which I'm sure is going to involve some sort of ~family activity~.