In all this sickness, we've lost our flow. Meals have been toast and hot chocolate. Bedtimes have been all over the maps. Naps happen in arms or multiple times a day (depending on who you are). It's only Tuesday, but I feel like I've lost a week of my life!
The fevers have lifted, except for in my wee-littlest. He was up from 2-3 this morning while awaiting his medicine to kick in.
Then as he drifted back to sleep (ON MY PILLOW) I heard Spencer get up.
Spencer has taken to waking up in the 3:00 hour to sneak down and watch TV.
I was furious. Spencer and I have a tenuous relationship in the morning as it is. 6:00 is nearly impossible for him to wait for before leaving his room. Usually 5:30 is all I can hope for.
But 3:35? Sorry, Dude. I won't allow it. And it's becoming a habit. I am unimpressed. And please remember, once Spencer is up for the day, there is no going back to sleep. So is he's awake at 3:00 that's it. I'm screwed.
Thus began the battle royale over staying in your dang bedroom until there is a 6: on the clock.
I camped myself on a pillow with a blanket outside his room. Again and again I sent him in. I gradually moved to the couch around the 4:30 time frame.
About 5:30 Ezra (who needed to remain asleep having decided HIS bedtime last night was 9:30) was requesting my presence so I gave up and went back to bed. Within seconds I heard Spencer leave him room.
The battle was lost but I had stuck my ground for 2 hours.
And so our flow is REALLLLLLLY messed up. I'm beyond exhausted. Spencer is insanely whiny (YA THINK) as is Ezra (HUGE SURPRISE). People are snotty and coughing and generally disgusting.
I am lacking serious motivation,and frankly all I want is for everyone to go away and let me nap. I don't care about the trashed house, the laundry, or anything really at all. I just want a nap.