Super Mom?? How do I do that?

Phew.. We are still adjusting to life as a quartet. Hubby TDY: check; children go wild while he's gone: check. Recap: Jason goes TDY, Emma has to have shots a day before he leaves, so of course the negative side effects (that occur in one of 40 and include vomiting and diarrhea) are happening to my baby and happening the few days he is gone. Aiden (and this one is totally my fault) has decided he is scared of aliens.. I let him watch a scifi show called fact or faked, the alien was a fake video but he obviously didn't catch the faked part. Karate was late last night so we decided to run by chik-fil-a on the way home, wouldn't you know its going to be the busiest fast food joint in all of Colorado Springs.. and to keep things interesting while we sit in the drive through Emma starts to scream, not cry no scream so loud I can hardly order our food. And she creams the whole way home until we hit our street then she is completely serene. Go figure. SO.... we jump out of the car and unload the food and a very sassy baby. I (trying to be super mom here) decide I can nurse her and eat at the same time. Here we go, nursing and eating, going good besides the crumbs accumulating on her as i eat and the occasional drop of chic-fil-a sauce blob dropping on her little outfit. Then to keep things interesting my husband calls, ok so now talking, eating and nursing. Now lets make it really fun... Aiden randomly stands up and starts screaming that there is an alien outside. He has climbed half way up my body at this point, causing my little bobble head to come unlatched on my boob and thus she is screaming now. Jason hears the commotion and is like oh my what is happening?!??!?!?! I tell him about letting little A watch the show about aliens, so lets add a lecture from my hubby into the mix. I'm ready to clock out and take a break, maybe drink a glass of wine at this point (or more realistically a bottle). So I tell my hubby to shut it, whats done is done, I peel off screamer number two and open the back door to show him there is not a clan of aliens waiting to kill us and eat us or take us back to the moon which is where he is convinced they came from, readjust the starving baby, sit back down and try to finish my meal. The rest of the night goes a little better, Aiden is calm, Emma is grouchy and sick but holding her makes her stop wailing so I will ignore the tingling in my arms all night if I have to just to ease the throbbing in my head from all the crying/screaming from earlier. Come bed time ( and I cant wait to put them to bed so I can pass out) Aiden has worked himself up again, so I'm like whatever just sleep with me even though I know this means a night of knees in my back or ribs and elbows to the face. Finally all is quiet, i am out like a light. Well woken a bit later because my room stinks.. the pup decided to poo in my room and it smells so bad. I clean it and bleach the tile and spray some nice smelling stuff, nope I lay there and smell poo for what feels like hours.. I wake up a nit later because the baby's hungry and I'm (as my husband refers to me) the food source. I feed her, still smell the poo yuck, why wont it go away??? And I lay there trying to fall back asleep when the classical music station (we play so baby cakes will pass back out, she doesn't like quiet and I can't sleep with that creepy white noise) actually starts playing Oh Suzanna! Really?!?! This is not some pretty harp or piano song that's soothing me and her into sleep, no its some crazy hick song about coming from Alabama with a banjo on my knee, while my husband might have appreciated the song, being from the south, I most certainly do not! I finally drift off a while later humming the stupid song. This morning came way to soon. Coffee? Yes please!