I write this post after a long night of anger, frustration and sleep depravity. So bear with my jumbled thoughts and try to see what I am trying to say here.
To give a little background, my kids have been sick with a fever virus off and on for the past two weeks. So I have been up with sick children for days on end. I probably average about 5 hours of sleep per night and those hours are not continuous but broken up by crying children with matted eyes, stuffed noses and raging fevers. You get the picture.
So last night, I am at my wits end. I am exhausted and I have this urgent feeling of “get more sleep or someone’s going to get hurt!”. Evely’s fever had broke, Jaden is finally well and I’m excited to be getting into bed at 9:30 for a wonderful nights sleep. I had even taken a tylenol PM to ensure my blissful rest.
Probably at about 9:32, I am roused from my warm bed by the sound of vomit hitting the toilet and I get up to see Julian puking his poor guts up. He proceeds to puke off and on for the next few hours till midnight. Upon his last puke, the baby wakes up (from all the noise I am sure) and is AWAKE. I rock her, feed her, give her tylenol, slather her teething gums with medicine and put her back to bed. NO SUCH LUCK! She screams.
By this time my tylenol PM has kicked in full force and I am feeling like a mad lunatic that can’t focus. I keep going back to bed only to hear crying and I am just angry. Finally I wake Tom up and ask him to rock the baby because I am about to go get in the van and drive away. (I wasn’t kidding!) He willingly gets up and takes her. I lay down only to hear Jaden standing at his door knocking and crying. I about hit the roof!! I don’t really remember much about what happened after that. I only know that I went to bed at 9:30 and didn’t get to sleep until 2:30!! (Thanks, Hon, for rescuing me. Even though you had to get up for work at 5:00 am)
After all this complaining, I am still so thankful for my kids. At times like these cuteness still comes out of my children:
These pics were taken this morning after my horrible night. Don’t they look happy and well rested!
Look Mommy, I can medicate myself!
Here are some of the cute things they said in the middle of the night.
Julian says “Mom, I don’t think I should eat any more peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I have eaten one too many.”
Jaden being rocked by Tom keeps whispering something. Tom says “I love you, Jaden”. . . Jaden mumbles. . . Tom says “I love you Jaden”. . . Jaden mumbles. Finally Tom says “what are you saying?” Jaden takes Tom’s face in both his hands and says “Sshhh, be quiet!”
Evely learned to say “boo” in her little girly voice and plays peek-a-boo with Tom at 1:30 A.M.
While taking her bath in the kitchen sink (above), Evely heard Tom’s voice on our answering machine and said “Daddy, Daddy” Too cute!
I once heard someone say that God made babies cute so that we wouldn’t kill them. I think there is some great truth to that!! It is sort of morbid, but every parent who has had sick kids can understand that!