It happens. It’s one of those days. When bedtimes hit and we just want to sink into the couch because we literally have nothing more to give. When one last toddler dictated command might just send us over the ledge. “Lord, just give me the patience” I whispered one too many times today. It starts with an awake-too-early morning. You know the one. When you anticipate the youngest sleeping in because she was up too late needing that last drink of water, but that last drink of water late last night had her up before the sun needing to “go potty right now”.  If she sees a wink of sunlight,…