in dreams!

i love my children.
i love my husband. 
i love all aspects of my life.


but there are times when all aspects of my life, very much including my husband and children, are enough to set me clearly over the edge.  the last few days (dare i say weeks?) have been amongst those times.  


here is a small (and entertainingly retold) snippet of my life today: 
Scene: we are waiting (since 1pm) for the TV guy to come and install our new blu-ray and subwoofer.  our window of arrival was from 1-3.  it is now 5:00p.m.
M has attached a leash to the dog (who thinks he is a 4 lb lap puppy rather than a 45 lb dog, and he is terrified of the leash and of my 3yo daughter).  the baby has just woken up from a very decent nap, but is ravenous and trying to nurse.  but she's too preoccupied with the dog and M, so she cries because she is not nursing so she can watch M & the dog.  
The dog, who i am trying to keep off the furniture in general (but certainly whenever i am on the couch with the baby) is trying to scooch between me and the back of the couch to get away from M.  she is screaming "sit" at him, and i am telling him (ok, screaming) "off".
the baby is crying.  the tv man is not here, nor is he returning my calls.  the cat begins to meow the low and long meow of a hunt, or of fear.  it is then that i realize he's still outside (since 1pm, when i thought the tv guy would be there any minute).  but i have to ignore the cat, because the baby has finally started to nurse and the dog has finally gotten off the couch.  which then gave M the opportunity to play 'tag' with him.
all of this probably took less than five minutes, but it was enough to seriously warrant a (or several if i wasn't exclusively nursing a baby who won't drink a bottle) HUGE glass of wine.
the tv guy never came or returned my calls.  i'm beyond irritated, because for the rest of the night, i had to answer, "why aren't we going to the movie store?" to my 3yo, who i promised the first blu-ray rental to.  i'm more upset because i was really looking forward to watching a movie tonight, after the children went to bed.  which, in all honesty, has still not happened, because even since i started this post 32 minutes ago, i have had to go into the baby's room three times to put her back to sleep.  luckily it only takes me picking her up, attaching her to my body for about three minutes and then she's back to sleep.  but, how annoying is it to have to go in there every few minutes just to do that?
ugh.
i need to go to bed.  or a vineyard.  hopefully i'll just dream of a vat of wine that i can swim in and drink in and never get out of (in dreams!)  and tomorrow, i will once again love my children, my husband, and all aspects of my life fully and wholly without any irritations as all (in dreams!)