The garbage disposal stopped disposing.
The beans simmering on the ovens had no matching hot dogs.
The milk for the cereal, which replaced the not-hot-dogs-and-beans ran out.
Everyone wanted eggs when I just wanted to eat my beans-on-toast-with eggs.
The game on the computer crashed.
There weren't enough blankets and the bed wasn't fluffy enough... what do you mean, the bed wasn't fluffy enough, you're a nine year old boy!
The overtired boy who wanted to sleep alone left only to have the other overtired boy who never wants to sleep alone follow him.
At least the teenage girl fixed the garbage disposal and did her homework!
And, and at least I wasn't Edith, on Downton Abbey, to be left at the altar, /omgiosh.
So it was every one for themselves and in the end, in the end, the teen girl chilled and didn't fight with the boys, and the boys did what all little boys do, even little boys who are nine years old and big boys do, they crawled into mom's bed.
And I, the mom, am doing what all moms do, giving up on any notion of an actual good night's sleep!
Sometimes... sometimes the little boys win.