It's time for a beer. M's been sick since she started puking Wednesday night and although P's high fever broke yesterday, his sour mood persists. He's currently yelling for Justin from his crib (supposed to be napping) despite the fact that I've told him numerous times that Daddy is on a bike ride (the truth, I swear). M desperately needs a nap too but thus far she's been fighting it in her room during quiet time with tears and wailing. I've been up since 6:30 this morning (thanks Parker) and have managed to not seriously injure or maim anyone so now that it's 4pm, I'm going to celebrate this major accomplishment with a cold one. So much for losing weight this summer...I'll just try to save my sanity.
(I do love my children; I just wish they didn't get sick and tired and whiny and ornery and stubborn all at the same time when I've only had 5 hours of sleep and one cup of coffee.)