A plethora of adventure

I woke up today with a cat licking my face. I threw that cat at my husband and told him, probably pretty grumpily, to remove the cat. Shortly after I woke up again because a small baby began to crawl on me, hit me, and make lots of noise. I should have known then that this would be an eventful morning. One thing I noticed was the lack of other children. Usually, Meg just sort of appears in my room because once she starts crying the brothers get her out of bed, but today Meg is still in her bed crying but no brothers. I go up to get Meg, and peek in the boys’ room where they are all asleep. What?!!! This is like an early Christmas miracle. 

Jack is the first to come downstairs and he is complaining of these symptoms:

-headache

-sore eyes

-muscle weakness and aches

-he has a slight fever as well

Luke is next and he says

-headache

-slight fever

Nice. Great.Fabulous. We normally get flu shots, and we were still planning on getting flu shots, but we just hadn’t done it yet. Things have been busy.  Now they are sick and it sounds like the flu to me. Only Robert has had a flu shot. I don’t think this is a good thing.

On the bright side I received the new Adele cd last night, and it has been playing as the background to our day. Meg, Thomas, and I made cookies. They didn’t turn out too well, way flat. This may be because I left the butter out all night or just because my baking is totally hit or miss. Whatever. There were chocolate chips involved so everyone is happy.

At some point there was a yell of Yuck! Gross! Thomas was staring at the rug under our table. Turns out that our lovely mouser had once again been successful in his nightly hunts, but this time instead of a mouse there were mouse bits. I won’t go into more detail, but Yuck! and Gross! were apt exclamations.

Toilet time was next on the list of events. Thomas had some issues with the upstairs toilet not flushing properly and the water coming to the brim, so I spent time with the plunger. My life is so glamorous ya’ll. In the downstairs bathroom I was met with Robert in the middle of dog food and shredded up toilet paper. Nice. Sure. Whatever- I always bring my dog food with me when I am about to rip up some toilet paper.

Time for a diversion so let’s watch Rudolph. I put on my Bumble jammies to help set the tone and for a bit it works, besides the normal bickering about blankets, where to sit, and Meg always wanting to sit one everyone or stand directly in front of the tv. I never realized how short that movie is compared to well-movies. It was over too soon. Inner dilemma going on here— do I let them watch another movie or try to let them play together before I demand naps. I went with play together, which was stupid. The game was fight with each other. The other game was sneak the iPad and then tattle on each other about it and steal turns. So fun.

Somewhere in here I thought, oh this is a good time to pray my rosary. Not sure what my logic was,  perhaps it was something like - I can nurse Robert to sleep while I am doing it. Robert is teething, cranky, and at this point overly tired so he won’t just nurse. He is crying, bobbing his head all over the place, chewing on wires, falling backwards on the bed, and crying some more. Also, this is when all the iPad tattling began to happen. Do I keep praying or stop and maybe not get back to it? I decided to keep going-not sure I got a whole lot out of it.

Robert finally falls asleep, and I go check on Meg. She is playing with the Advent candles and wants juice. Ok. I pour her juice, but not out of the bottle since there was a glass in the fridge from last night that someone made but didn’t drink. She doesn’t know this and thinks I have pulled some sort of mean prank on her or something because she begins to scream and cry, and throw things. Oh yes, she is my daughter. She won’t even try the juice. This tantrum lasts about 5 minutes. Finally, she drinks the juice and is happy.

 Wow. Now I have a headache. It is time to force naps on everyone. The boys don’t really complain because they are tired and sick. Meg is trapped in her crib so yay. I come into the bedroom, and lo Robert decides that even though it has only been like 15 minutes he is going to wake up and crawl on me and cry and bop all around. He is bopping a lot— what is going on with this? Anyway, this means I have a small child kicking me as I write this. He is not asleep. He wants to chew on the zipper of my pajamas. It is only noon people. Noon. I still have the whole afternoon.