It was a bit of an iffy day at home for the three of us. I slept much better than last night, which helped, but both kids were just whining up a storm. Dekker can get upset over little things, but I can usually talk him off the ledge pretty quick. But today, I’d calmed him down and he’d be fine, and the next second he’d whip a toy at the wall or something crazy like that. Not like him. Laela normally plays beautifully on her own. Sitting, laying down, sitting, laying down, and rolling from destination to destination, getting her hands on all the toys she shouldn’t. But today, I’d set her down on the floor, and she would look up at me with this brutal look of abandonment, and bawl like her world was ending.
I can handle two fussy kids just fine on a normal day, but today, I felt sick too. Maybe we all ate something funny? Was there a full moon? I don’t know, but I was pretty useless as well. It was probably the first day in many many days that I napped while they napped. I only got maybe ten minutes before one of those lovely recorded messages called my house saying I won points or a vacation or some other crap, but then I probably got another twenty after. And Laela woke up pretty quick after that. When I ducked in to get her, Dekker usually watches me, but doesn’t get up. I’ll say goodnight and he’ll respond back with the same. But today, he sat straight up and said “Hi mommy” instead. I asked if he wanted to sleep a bit more, and he considered it for a second. “Uuuh…no. No sint you.” And that was that.
Poor Brady came home to his three grumpy bears and handled it well. He made he and Dekker eggs and toast (never fight-worthy) and some cheesy mashed potatoes for me. He played the kids guitar in the living room while I chatted with my mom on the phone, and we tucked everyone in a half hour early. I’m sooo looking forward to a soak and hopefully I can find a delicious snack that will sit nicely in my tummy.