A Relaxing Evening

This is how I had envisioned my evening: After three hours spent driving boys to and from football practice and feeding people in THREE dinner shifts (one for non-football players, one for football players, one for the baby)...I was going to spend the rest of the evening relaxing on the couch, holding the cutie-pie, (possibly with a bowl of ice cream), watching So You Think You Can Dance (my FAVORITE guilty pleasure)! Sounds nice--doesn't it?  
This is how my evening ACTUALLY went:  
8:30 Finally home from the last practice 
8:50 The last child has finally eaten dinner (if you count a bagel as dinner) 
9:05 I sit down and turn on the T.V.--Sophie immediately makes me stand up (I can still watch standing up--right?) 
9:07 The noise in the room escalates as child after child after child runs in needing something 
9:08 I try Jason's technique of just turning the T.V. volume up 
9:09 I now have a headache 
9:10 Jake announces he's going to make some apple crisp (side note: he's been planning this for a while and has his heart set on it) 
9:11 I start to tell him that it's after 9 pm and not a great time to start a cooking project--but then think, "what kind of mom doesn't let her son make apple crisp?"--(a smart one perhaps?) 
9:15 I start getting questions from the kitchen like these: "Mom? When it says 6 cups of sliced and peeled apples, does it just mean 6 slices?" Mom: "No, it means 6 cups" Jake: "Should I peel them?" 
9:18 After several more (similar) questions, I realize that Jake might be in over his head--I set the crying (soon to be screaming) baby in her swing and walk into the kitchen 
9:35 One giant mess later the apple crisp is in the oven (more on that later--about halfway through I decided to TRY and enjoy the moment and whipped out the camera) Skip ahead to 
10:45...Everyone is settled--sort-of (sometime during the chaos I had agreed to two sleepovers), the baby has fallen asleep, the dishes are done, and the apple crisp has been consumed! Did I mention that Jason is out of town? 
11:05 I crawl into bed and turn on the T.V.--I'm finally going to watch So You Think You Can Dance in peace and quiet! (yes, I have it recorded on two T.V.'s--don't judge me) 
11:06 I realize that I haven't seen the dog in a WHILE 
11:10 I find Bear stuck on the deck (again...sometime during the chaos--who really knows?) 
11:15 Back in bed--hooray! 
11:16 Sophie wakes up (I am NOT making this up!) 
12:05 I finally finish my show--Sophie is still awake... 
12:45 Sophie finally goes to sleep for the night (unless you count feedings at 2:52...3:47...4:15...and 5:39--yes, those times are accurate, I checked the clock!) 
7:25am Sophie wakes up for the morning? Are you KIDDING me?  
Time to start another day...I think I'll set my sights a little lower. This is how I'm envisioning THIS evening: Eventually crawling into bed--that's it!