sleepy, sticky day

It's been a strange day. None of us, besides the papa (who seems to have a super immune system), have been feeling well this week. My oldest made it to his V-Day party while my little one and I went to the library to return some books and dvd's and pick up some I had reserved on macrobiotics. I stumbled across a couple new books on my way through, "Cooking and Screaming" by Adrienne Kane and "My Jesus Year" by Benyamin Cohen. With the exception of specific cookbooks, I no longer go in search of books, recently they seem to find me on their own, so I just go with it.

After school both of the boys seemed groggy and uninterested in eating dinner, so I put in a movie for them, finished up doing some dishes in the sink and asked if they minded if I rested for a bit. (I have been having horrible sinus headaches and cramps the past couple of days) The next thing I know, my oldest is by my side whispering to me that his little brother has fallen asleep and has a sucker stuck to his pant leg. (Earlier I had let them each chose one piece of candy from the v-day party to have.) Later, the same sucker somehow got stuck in his hair on the back of his head(?) He woke up cranky after the nap, (which was unusual because he never naps anymore, let alone falls asleep in the middle of a movie) and was freaking out about the sucker in his hair. He then decided that he was hungry, so I made him some food, which he proceeded to sit and stare at until finally bursting into tears again over his sticky hair. So, I left the untouched food and got both of the boys into the bathtub (for the second time today) and he started shrieking that he was freezing, although the water was plenty warm, and warning his older brother to not so much as look at him, let alone talk to him. Snap! Thankfully the panda got home around this time and offered to help get them ready for bed. My youngest suddenly decided that he now wanted his dinner and my oldest immediately had the urge to play a game of checkers, so bedtime seemed nowhere in sight. After FINALLY getting them both into bed, neither of them could seem to go to sleep, so we decided to let them look at books in their beds until they got tired. An hour and a half, and many bedtime songs and books later, they finally fell asleep.

I am beyond exhausted, but felt the need to vent before climbing into bed. Thanks for listening to my sleepy rant.

Nighty night..