Sick Sunday

Good Afternoon...
It's Sunday, my first day to sleep in since the cruise and I just can't believe that I couldn't. You would think that the two preschoolers causing all the noise would have been the culprit, but sadly no. I just couldn't sleep. I think it's called an internal alarm clock. Damn routine causing new problems. It's okay, it is probably what keeps my world moving forward.

I have brought home my cruise cold which I did last year. It's not as bad as last year, at least I don't feel like passing out everytime I stand up or walk the stairs, but none the less still bothersome. I know I should go to Urgent Care, but I just can't see going there with all the other sickies and risking something else I might have to battle. I will call tomorrow morning and make an appoitment and see what they say. My money is on URI/Bronchitis.

So this morning, as I mentioned earlier was filled with giggles, snickers, and down right laughter from my two littlest. Elli and Cam. They ran around in their room (directly above ours) and you could hear the imagination running wild. "My baby is skye and she needs to eat real food so she can have real poops, will you go get her some real food, Cam?" followed by "No, you do it, Elli" (smart girl!). As time passed I could hear the worldwind move closer and closer to our room until finally they were at our bedside. "Scooch over Mom" "scooch over Dad!" and the more we tried to fake sleep the louder their request became. Until finally I grabbed Elli and tickled her senseless. It was at that moment I noticed Camryn running out of the room giggling thinking Daddy would come for her next. (He was soundly snoring through the noise) I tell ya, if it's not one, it's another. I know that several people think that anything over two is way too much work, but what we have come to notice is that the first two were work. Much more work. It's the struggle of learing who you are, who they are, and who you need to be together to make things work. But the second two have reminded us why we wanted to have kids in the first place. The fun. The giggles. The pure enjoyment of being a parent and being able to recognize that special part of your life that not everyone has. It still amazes me how much they have taught us to appreciate what we have been given.

Well off to work I go.