Stressed?

This morning H crawled into bed with me at 5:30. S's alarm went off at 6 and 5 minutes later, fully dressed, he crawled in with us. O awoke, got dressed and headed downstairs. S promptly leaped out of bed, ran down the stairs after him and scratched him on the back. Apparently O was supposed to wait so he and S could go down together. Wailing ensued. Over the next 2 hours we went through administering hot pepper powder, top-of-the-lung singing at breakfast, drumming on the table, whiny piano practice, and fighting in the car on the way to school and back. In the hour and a half since we've been home from school I have made 2 batches of cookies and 2 quarts of ice cream. I think I'm stressed. Counting down the days when J'll be home from his week-long business trip...