Dekker and Laela are in reasonable shape this morning. I think I may even be ballsy enough to send Dekker to school tomorrow. Solly and Rowan, however, seem to be down for the count. Neither are fevered, barfing, or unpleasant to be around. But both are sleeping SO MUCH.
I have seen Rowan for a total of 45 minutes today, and thats on the high end. I know it was less than an hour. He slept in like crazy, and I finally went in to see what the good word was around lunch. He was awake, laying quietly, chewing his blanket. He didn’t actually want to leave his bed, but it didn’t take too much coaxing. He took forever to eat a small amount of lunch (yes, I pumped fluids. I know the rules) and when I let him out, he walked to the living room, dropped onto his bum, and just cried and cried. I asked if he wanted to go back to bed and he cried “yaaaaa!” and reached up his arms. Sooo that was a quick sell, and I haven’t seen him since. I would find it alarming if Dekker hadn’t been the exact same way. I’m SO thankful that my kids sleep more when they’re sick.
Solly is the same story. He was up for a slightly longer stretch than Rowan, but he’s so miserable when he’s awake. He needs comfort, but he’s twitchy, and can barely breath and drink at the same time, so he’s just over it. I understand how he feels. I’m over it too.
With the big kids still snuggled up and zoned out in the living room, and the little boys napping 98% of the day, I’ve been getting my gift wrapping on! I’m not done, but I took a god bite out of it today and I’m really happy with that! I have had to let a few of my goals for the season roll off my back this year, which has been hard, and with that, I’ve had to get past my distain for starting a task and having to finish it another time. I hate that. But I think I mostly hate it because I don’t trust myself to finish it then. Sometimes, that side wins, because I’m human, but instead of being angsty about silly things like that, maybe my efforts would be better spent on becoming a more trustworthy person, even if the person I feel I’m failing is myself. Whatever. Now I’m rambling. I just need to cut myself some slack, thats all.
So I got a bunch done, and then I slid down behind the island to check something on my phone and ended up laying on the floor. It took a LOT to get my butt up off the floor and be a grown up again. But I did it. As that “grown up,” I moved my butt to a couch and am hanging in the living room with the kids, blogging and watching Chuggington. There could be worse ways to spend the day 💜