Josh and I had a pretty good party in the middle of the night - he brought the croup and I brought the worry that moms have when their kids are sick and there's not much you can do about it.
It was pretty bad there for a while in our steamy bathroom. Poor Josh just coughed and wheezed and you could tell he felt gross and didn't really understand what was going on. Things calmed down a bit after Lance gave him a blessing. An hour or two later (who can remember?) he was back in bed asleep.
An hour after that he was up and bugging for a snack. That's when I knew he'd be Just Fine.
An hour after that Cole woke me up at some ungodly hour for some unknown reason. Since he wasn't coughing or wheezing I wasn't nearly as nice to him as I was to Josh. (I just gave him some milk and unceremoniously dumped him back into bed.)
At some point during the small remainder of the night some other children came in and bugged me, but I don't remember the details now; the party, by then, was a bit fuzzy.
At this point the question of "Why don't my kids ever bug Lance in the middle of the night???" should be asked. I know it's one of those imponderable questions that will never be answered, but still.
I planned on taking a short nap today, but every time I laid down some child would start crying or yelling or fighting or whatever. So I gave up and got some work done around the house. Then I decided to edit a rather large, boring, and poorly written dissertation. Might as well make some use out of my time, right? Except that I kept falling asleep instead of editing. Dang it.
So now that the kiddos are in bed I've been editing for three hours straight and I'm only halfway through. Ugh. I would rather be doing just about anything else in the world than editing this paper. Which is why I'm blogging.
But I suspect there's a good chance that I will be invited to another party tonight. Which is why I'm now ending this post and going to bed.
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