Alone with Kids

I'm on Day 5 of being alone with the kids from when we get up until bedtime and it is wild. FYI no one goes to daycare. I am the sole entertainer, feeding machine and organizer. My kids are early risers and I now get more done before 10 am than I used to in four full days when I was in my 20s. For the first two days I went all in on exercising Una so that she would sleep long naps and also go to bed on time. Long walk in the snow, outdoor playdate at the Ice Park, pool playdate with grandma, another playdate. However she's three and has the stamina of a professional athlete. She literally keeps going no matter what. On Day 3, I escaped to work for five hours and returned to a very concerned baby (first time without his parents) and a tired big sister who had listened to a lot of baby complaints. So the rest of the day was spent hugging both of them more than usual and putting out a lot of small emotional fires (read: temper tantrums). Honestly, I don't remember Day 4. I know it was yesterday, but all I can recall is yelling at J when he came home and made dinner for us (I have since apologized for being crazy). Here are some examples of why I can't remember Day 4: Una is on a loop right now, where every time we are in the car she will ask the question "Mommy, where are we going?" over and over and over. I answer her and then she asks again. And again. And again. Willum has reached the awesome age of five and a half months and he prefers to sit on my arm and see the world. He does not like to be put down, unless I go down with him. Una has lots of big emotions and a lot of them are tied to whether she feels in control of herself and the situation she's in, for example, clothes has to be put on in a specific order (underwear before socks, pants before shirts) and she has to dictate the tempo of this order. Willum is still hungry every two hours and he does not like anything but breastmilk so far. So we nurse a lot. Una has recently decided that she does not want to wipe her own butt anymore. So we have a lot of screaming sessions where she follows me around with her pants around her ankles and toilet paper in her hand screaming "Wipe my butt, mommy". And so it goes.
I blink, and a week has gone by. Time is a really strange thing when you have young children, apparently. Tomorrow is Day 6.
Below is a video of Willum's first real food experience. Note the yelling in the back. This is my life.