Have you ever had one of those days where you think you should have stayed in bed with the covers tightly drawn over your head? The kids probably could have fended for themselves well enough… The kids have been sick with nasty colds for the past few days. Their sleep patterns have been awful, and they are generally miserable. We are all overtired. While the kids seem to be on the mend, Todd and I are starting to feel sick. We were hoping for an uninterrupted night of sleep last night. Around 4am, Todd woke me up yelling “Ri! Ri!” I immediately looked over at the baby monitors and at Todd trying to figure out what was wrong, but he was still asleep! He was apparently talking to me in a dream and had no idea he was calling out for me. He’s lucky I love him.

After the boys woke me up at 4 am Sunday morning and Todd woke me up at 4 am today, I was grateful that the boys at least slept until about 7 today, although Joseph woke up quite angry. He had removed the top part of his one piece pajamas, but could not get through the layers of duck tape I had around his waist to complete his mission. He was screaming “Come out, penis!” I was pretty glad that I didn’t have any extra clean up to do, but his face told a different story. Sorry kid; mom wins this round.

The day went down hill from there. I got the kids the “wrong” milk cups, I broke the bananas into halves again, the cereal bowls were the wrong colors, the vitamins weren’t the flavors they wanted, the hair bow I chose wasn’t the “right one,” the boys fought over the exact same shirt, etc. Taylor, who is usually pretty level headed, has been screaming for the past few hours and just had a tantrum because there were only two chipmunks in our backyard. She demanded that Alvin, Simon, and Theodore all be there at the same time and was less than impressed with me when I told her I couldn’t make that happen. When I asked the kids to clean up before dinner, and she cried again as she begrudgingly put her toys away and said “Now the only thing we have to play with is these curtains.” I caught the animals literally swinging from the curtains, Tarzan style.

I also just overheard her say “You guys, I don’t know why Mom’s being a big baby and making us mad.” My kids have it rough, I tell you.

We had another eye doctor appointment for Jackson today. He was so good, and very cooperative for the doctor. The doctor was able to do some testing that he never gets to do on toddlers because Jack was so awesome. He sure made me proud. It also helped that this doctor has little ones himself and is absolutely fantastic. The other two offspring of mine were less than well-behaved and made me want to drink, heavily. Jackson tried on some different glasses today, and even though these are not the ones he has, I think they look kind of adorable on him. The shape isn’t the best, but he makes them look good anyway.

Last night, Todd went out to pick up a few groceries and came home with something other than the essentials. I guess when you are a Daddy’s girl and you have been sick for days, Daddy thinks it’s logical to get a giant Pinky Pie My Little Pony stand up balloon. I’m not even going to pretend to be mad, because it was so thoughtful of him, and made T so happy. Taylor was so excited and has been proudly walking it around the house. She is in love, although Ranger is not exactly fond of it. My sweet girl was sure to say “Don’t worry puppy. It’s pretend and only has some air in it so it’s not very scary.” I’m not sure he went for it, but the effort was there. His stuffed Lamb Chop is much more his speed and comfort level. The way today has been going though, I very well might pop the damn pony before bedtime comes along.