It started yesterday evening. The kids had "Parents Night Out" where they went and watched movies, played games, did art and had pizza from 6pm to 10pm. I decided to drive to Nashville and hit up the Carter's outlet as I got an email saying they were having a clearance sale. I drive off to Nashville and notice traffic is crazy, but figure that on my way back it should be cleared up. The trip to Carter's was uneventful (only spent $17 as they didn't have much as far as clearance). I shopped around a bit more, got the boys some pants at Children's Place for $4.99 (can't beat that). At 8:30 I decided I better head back. It's normally about a 45 minute drive. It took me the entire 1 1/2 hours to get back because traffic was STOPPED...no reason, just stopped. UGH!
So I pick up the kids, get home, get them in bed, and they all start coughing and saying they didn't feel good. I got Matthew to use his inhaler (the worst cougher of the 3), but within 30 minutes he was throwing up from coughing so much. I let him lay with me (after throwing up in his bed). He keeps coughing, and throwing up, and coughing. By midnight he finally fell asleep and then it was time for the cat and dog to act up. The cat kept thinking she wanted in the bedroom...meowing at the bedroom door. I let her in, and she gets on top of the dresser and starts knocking things off. I chuck her out. The dog wouldn't settle down for some reason. Usually she's so good about going to sleep. I kick her out too, but hear here pacing at the bedroom door. Finally about 3 am Matthew kicks me in the back, wakes me up, and I hear the dog whining. I go downstairs, let the dog out. Wait....let the dog back in. She's still acting funny....go back to bed, chase the cat out from the bedroom. Climb in...cat meows...I try to ignore her. That works until about 4 am. I get up, let the cat back in the bedroom and she thinks my shoulder would be a great place to sleep. Whatever! By this point I was getting pretty cranky. I doze until about 6 am when the dog starts whining again...this is NOT typical for her, so I figure she must need to go out. I go downstairs, let her out...wait....wait...wait...let her back in and she wants to go back out immediately. Still don't know what's up with the dog.
By this point my night is shot. The sun is starting to come up. I decide to get some breakfast, make myself some coffee and wait for the kids to get up...and wait...It's 9am and they kids are STILL asleep...they never do this on a Saturday when I want to sleep in.
I guess I better get used to it. I'm sure there are going to be many sleepless nights once Zachary is born.
It's going to be a long day.
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