Abby finally got wrestled to sleep at around 11:30 last night. She was exhausted but wouldn't stop moving to let herself sleep.
Isaac woke up at 12:30, along with Brianna - Mom was still downstairs, so I called her on her cell phone and asked her to bring milk up with her because he said he wanted milk.
2:00 a.m., a crying Isaac climbs in bed with me and says, "Mommy, please have some milk?" I tried to stave him off, ignore him, cuddle with him, but he just cried and cried. Then he started saying that his leg hurt. Every time I tried to cover him with a blanket, he screamed and said "hurt leg, hurt leg" and he would guide my hand to where it hurt, so I would massage it for a while and then try still to get him to sleep. But he kept asking for milk. Mom said he was also tugging on his ear. Why not? He's only been on antibiotics for seven of the ten days. I finally gave in, went downstairs to get him milk and ibuprofen for the ear and apparent growing pains and went back upstairs.
To a wide awake and crying Brianna. I fed her again. Then I asked a still-fussy Isaac if he was hungry. He said yes. Mom said not to go downstairs to just give him to her to cuddle and drink his milk. I said, "No- he says he is hungry and I'm going to make him the freakin' sandwich. I'm NOT doing this every two hours for the rest of the night." First time I can remember saying freakin' in my life. I made him a PB sandwich.
When I came back upstairs with it, he was crawling all over the bed, hyper as hyper, playing with Brianna, and Abby was awake. Wow! Awesome.
He devoured the sandwich. Abby said she wanted one. Back downstairs to make Abby a sandwich. Got up with it, she said she didn't want it. Just wanted milk and to cuddle. Grandma ate the sandwich. I changed Abby's diaper, put them both back in their beds. It took about another half hour to get them from climbing in and out of each other's beds, hitting each other, laughing, tickling each other, etc. Then Abby asked for another sandwich and I told her no to just go to sleep. Oh. the. patience. But I finally got them to go to sleep and held Brianna's hands down and rubbed her tummy to get her to sleep. That was around 4:00 this morning.
I had dreams of rats attacking me and my sister shunning me. Not very restful.
Brianna woke up crying at 5:20.
And at 8:00 this morning, Abby was WIDE.AWAKE. Woke everyone else up, of course, asking for breakfast and milk. I spent ten minutes forcing her to eat the Lucky Charms in her bowl. NEVER thought I'd be doing THAT!
Her eyes have black circles under them and when I was changing her diaper last night I noticed a small rash appearing on her stomach - little tiny bumps. I have no idea if those are from the medicine for her double ear infection or what. Something's up, though. You think? ;-D
And yesterday Isaac told me he was running away. Which he repeated to me this morning as I gave him breakfast. I said, "Who is running away?" He proudly patted his chest and said, "Isaac run away!" I said, "Oh, no! Is he running back, too?" He got excited and his eyes lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July - I mean, it was sounding like I was on board and it involves running afterall. "Yeah - I run back, too!" Perfect! His five-year-old niece who really turned 13 instead of five on her last birthday taught him that. Fortunately he has no idea what it means. Safe for now.
I was checking on Brianna and trying to find her lost pacifier when Mom called me on her cell phone and said she needed me downstairs. What is up? Oh, Madison and Abby were playing instead of getting dressed and Madi got her foot stuck in between the bed and the wall and it might be broken. So she's in the chair until her mom gets home from work to take her to the doctor. Looks like a movie day for us - yay!
Grandma took the dogs out for their morning potty break. She called me from the kitchen to go and see that my kids, Abby dressed only in her diaper and Isaac without shoes or socks, had gone and gotten towels and blankets to sit on the steps and watch grandma with the dogs because, "Mommy, we cold!"
My mother-in-law called while I was trying to finish getting everyone else breakfast and before I could finish my conversation with her, Abby had dumped her yogurt in a nice pile on the table and began finger painting her chest and arms with it.
I cleaned that up and realized that I had left Brianna upstairs for a minute . . . about an hour before! I ran up to get her and bring her down. My foot hadn't hit the bottom step on my way back down before I had a huge blow-out on my hands. Quite literally. I hit the floor running but was stopped dead in my tracks by an open deepfreeze door and the twins standing in front of it, a box of pretzels on one side of them, the bag of frozen pretzels on the other, both of them saying they wanted one.
After last night, I'm letting them eat almost anything they ask for.
I pick up the pretzels and am quickly reminded of the blowout. By the time I get it cleaned up and the pretzel cooked, they've totally lost interest.
But Isaac did find a half-full 44 oz cup of water to drink . . . and spill all over Grandma's hard wood floors! Glad I caught that earlier rather than later.
And all of that between 11:00 last night and 11:00 this morning.
And yes, I edited myself a few times to keep some not-so-choice words from leaving my brain through my mouth.
Stick a fork in me a week ago. This is just burnt to a crisp!
7 years ago
