Ponderings

This past week has been somthin'.  We are all practicing social distancing, which honestly isn't that hard for me...I tend to not like people much.  The reality of the boys not being in school hasn't really hit yet.  But then picking up their computers from school was completely emotionally overwhelming for me.  I seem to be in a constant state of feeling like we are overreacting and underreacting at the same time.

Leave it to Sam though...

Keeping a normal bed time has been a struggle so far since the boys and Travis are all little night owls and they technically don't have to get up for anything specific.  And the upset in anything normal, has sent me right back to giving in and snuggling with Sam until he falls asleep every night.  Two nights ago, it was a loooooooooooong snuggle.  This kid.  We went to bed around 9:30 and he FINALLY stopped talking when the clock was nearing 11.  So.  Many.  Stories.  And questions.  And "jokes."  And stories and questions and questions and questions.

"gasp!  MOM!  What is the entiiiiire universe made of?!"
"Hey Mom...why did the cookie cross the road?  Because he was stuck in a crack.  Wait, no, that's this one.  Lemme get it back in my brain.  Mom...why did..no wait..why diiiidn't the cookie cross the road?  Because he felt crummy!  HA!"
"Mama?  How do you make grass?"

Go.  To.  Sleep. 

Lesson learned I guess

We have a small tent the boys often have set up in the house.  They have only slept in it once.  It was defintiely manufactured as an outdoor sleeping tent, but they prefer to use it as a tv watching station, a hot wheels playing station, or any other thing besides sleeping.

Last night they were playing with some friends...some kids were in the tent, some were outside of it.  All children were scream-laughing, so obviously something was going to break.  So I stuck my head down the steps and told them to take it easy or they were going to break the tent.  "Ok Mom!"  8 minutes later?  "Alex!  Take. It. Easy.  Or you are going to break the tent."  "Ok Mom!"  3 minutes later?  "You do realize I am not buying a new tent once you break this one right?"  ::Sam slides off the sinking top of the tent::  "We're not going to break it Mama!"  5 minutes later?  "Hey Mom?  I need you!"  They broke the tent.

So I went down there to find Alex holding a splintered support piece and I quickly instructed him to put it down so he didn't get a sliver.  I took it from him.  I got a sliver.

Tents are fun.

Masterpiece Photography

I am titling this one:  "Scene of a Mother's Sleeplessness."

See that small area where the blankets are pulled back?  That is the amount of space I was granted for sleeping in the wee hours of the morning.  The pile next to my little cherub's head consists of 2 blankets and 6 Sunny Bunnies.  Please note, those items received the same bed width of space that I was allowed from 4am to 6:30am.  Don't even get me started on how much room Lulu gets.

Go to sleep

Sam took a long nap yesterday.  I knew when it was happening bedtime was going to be a disaster, but he really needed to sleep to keep the rest of yesterday in tact whatsoever.  So I let him sleep.  And as predicted, bedtime was a disaster. 

First he wanted to read 17 books.  Then he wanted apple slices.  But then I gave him too many.  Then he wanted me to sleep with him becuase he is positive he will get nightmares if he sleeps alone but he would not accept that having his brother and dog with him did not constitute sleeping alone.  Then he got the giggles.  Then when I thought he was finally asleep, he had to go to the bathroom again.  Which apparently needed to be narrated to me.  Then a ton of whining to get me to snuggle them.  Fine.  I curl around the side and foot of the bed, avoiding the dog and both boys' feet.  Then he doesn't have enough room to stretch out his legs and he can't feel my skin close to him so he can't sleep.  I finally relent and lay on my side on the sliver of bed next to him and firmly instruct him to put his damn head on the pillow.  He does.  For 42 seconds.  Then he starts giggling and says, and I freaking quote, "I forgive you for talking in a mad voice to me.  But you need to move back to the bottom because with you up here, I'm warmer than a toasted Pop Tart!"

I.  Give.  Up.

New Vocabulary

When I picked Sam up from daycare yesterday, he had a story for me...

"MOM!  A friend at school called another friend a bad word today.  And it was inappropriate.  It was a parent-only word.  Actually, it was a square word and it wasn't 'oh my god.'"

He was clearly upset about this classmate usuing a bad word to name call, so I had to gather all my strength to not burst out laughing about him thinking bad words are called "square words" and not swear words.

Same old same old

I finally figured out how to get my phone to not make me put my voicemail password in twice!  I got a new phone about a month ago, and just about every time I listen to a voicemail, I have to put the damn password in twice.  Yes, it's only a 4 digit code, and YES, I realize I am complaining about a VERY 1st world problem, but it's annoying and I think I figured it out.  Yay.

On another note, I let Sam play with my calculator and now the buttons won't depress all the way becuase they are gunked up with what I am hoping is chocolate.

Did ya miss me?

Elf

The boys both received pajamas from St. Nick this year.  Alex loves the shirt of his but of course decided the material of the pants wasn't right.  This kid and materials.  He has to have his long sleeve t-shirt poking out of his jacket sleeves because the material of every single winter jacket ever made "gives him goosebumps."  And I have yet to find a sheet set that is soft enough.  Whatever. 

Sam LOVES his new pajamas. They are designed to make him look like an elf.  He had them on the other night, came into the kitchen, and asked me to let him climb up on the table.  Once he sat down, he asked me to move the chair away.  And then very proudly said, "There!  Now it looks like a shelf and I can be the elf on the shelf!"