We tempered a night of tantrums and interrupted sleep with a walk around the neighborhood. Not sure if it was luck or divine intervention, but my youngest son (the reason for our sorry state) happily fell asleep in the stroller, allowing the rest of us to enjoy an actual sit-down breakfast.
No screaming. No spilled orange juice. No whining. No crayons.
I wouldn't believe it actually happened, which is why I have to type it. If not, I may remember it all as a sweet dream.