Ain't that a kick in the head?

No, I'm not talking about love.  I literally feel like I've been kicked in the head.  Repeatedly.  With a pointed, steel-toed boot.  But I haven't been kicked.  In fact, I've barely been touched lately because it hurts too bad.  No, what I have is shingles.

No offense, but I totally thought shingles was something only old people got.  On top of that, I thought they were just being whiny babies about the pain.  Well, it turns out a 27 year old CAN get it, and if anything, they down-played the pain.  It hurts.  It hurts like nobody's business.  Now, I'm wishing it WAS an ear infection (what I thought it was when I went to the doc yesterday).

Blogging should be the last thing on my mind right now, but seeing how my contact with the world will be pretty limited for a while, I'm probably going to end up blogging more than usual.  Plus, I'm suuuuper sleepy from my herpes meds (just sounds funny to me), and I have a boy who is fighting sleep some kinda hard. My mom volunteered to take Eve off of my hands for the night, so he's sleeping in their room solo...something I don't think he's ever done.  He's usually the one jetting off to greemaw's every chance he gets, but alas, he has a date with the dentist tomorrow, so he had to sit this one out.  When I just tucked him back in for the 4th time, he told me that he can't sleep without his sister.  Sweet.

Speaking of sweet, my little man is already learning the art of wooing.  While he was running through his nighttime hygiene routine, he decided he'd like to weigh himself.  After he weighed himself 10 times, he decided it was mommy's turn.  He excitedly asked how much I weigh, and I answered him by telling him "too much!"  He thought about it for a few minutes, then he said "Mommy, you don't weigh too much.  You are juuuuust fine."

Well, I guess I'm off to attempt to wash all this horrid product out of my hair.  I had no idea when I got ready this morning that mousse was a no no.  After researching for a bit, I've learned that it can actually increase irritation on my poor, diseased scalp and cause my hair follicles to die.  WHAAAT?!?  I sooo do not plan on losing half of my hair at this ripe old age, so I'm about the wash like nobody's business...or until I feel like fire is flowing through my veins.  Oh, and even lukewarm water feels like molten lava on my scalp, the inside of my right arm from wrist to elbow, and the last two fingers on my right hand, so this should be interesting.

Yeah...this is some pure craziness.  Hoping for a speedy recovery or for some amazing pain meds to show up on my doorstep : )

3 going on 16

I would've said 3 going on 30, but a 30 year old would have the sense not to say this to his momma : O

Just a tiny snippit of our day...it's been a doosie.

Me-"Cade, Eve is getting a treat because she's done such a great job eating.  If you want one, you need to eat some more of your dinner.  You have to make that choice."

Cade- "I'm not gonna eat anymore.  I don't want a treat."

5 minutes later

Cade-"Mom, I think I deserve my treat now."

Me- "No, Cade.  You did not eat your supper, and it's not for you to decide whether or not you get the treat.  That's mommy's job."

Cade- "But it's not your job.  You said I hab to make a choice.  I made a choice not to eat my supper.  Now, I want to make the choice to get a cookie.  I decided that's my choice.  See, that's how I do myyyyy job mom.  It's not yooouuur job.  I make bacisions (decisions)."

Ummm yeah.

Pickin' and choosin'

As I was sitting across from the "napping" kids' room, working on printing out some coupons, I heard the click of the door.  Cade was up.  Well, I guess he was never technically down, but oh well.  I just dropped my hubs off at the airport for a 4 day business trip, so I'm pacing myself and choosing my battles wisely.  Late afternoon nap is most definitely not one of them.  Early bedtime, however, will be : )

Anywho, Mr. Mischief peeks around my door frame with a chesire cat grin on his face and announces he's awake.  "I've been reading my bible in my bed, mom.  I read some great stories.  I read bout the prodigal son (he even got the d and g in the right order...I know a handful of adults who can't even to that)," he says.  All the while, he is inching into what space is left behind me in the chair and choking..err..hugging me from behind.  

After inspecting his bed, a bible has in fact materialized and is hiding beneath his sheet.  I also discovered that his sister, who was in deep slumber only 30 minutes ago, is now bouncing up and down in her crib.  Hmmm...no idea how that happened.  

So, you see why I'm choosing my battles carefully these days.  With his charm and his daddy's eyes, I'm afraid I may engage in battle and lose to my little guy : )  If ditching nap time to read his bible is his worst offense over the next few days, I think we just might make it.

P.S.  Those women who always talk about how much easier it is to drop their husband off at the airport with each business trip...you lie.  Not nice.  Not nice, at all.

Scrugglin

Tag team back again...

Yeah.  You can thank me later for getting some good ole-school "Whoomp there it is" in your noggin.  Bring back memories?  Yeah, it takes me for a fun jog down memory lane, too.  Man, I thought I was some kinda cool with my dolla stoe boom box and my cassette single of this song.  Fun times.  But this is soooo not where I was going with the whole "tag team" bit.

Meet the new tag team in town.

Cute, huh?  Yeah, when they're SLEEPING!  Well, they usually play pretty well together after their naps, so I'll count that as a cute time, too.

Oh.  My.  Stars.  These two have given me a run for my money over the past few days.  In the last week, there's been fever, boulders disguised as teeth trying to make their way through Fancy's gums, overflowance of dipes, sinus infections, antibiotics (which cause an overflowance from the one not in a dipe...gahross), and att-i-tude in abundance.  Oh, did I mention the attitude?

Lawsy mercy, I thought I'd reached my end last night.  I'm pretty sure Brandon was bracing himself for an explosion or an attempt to fly the coup last night.  Love that man.  Without his sanity, I'm pretty sure I'd be rocking myself to the humming of a lady named Nora in the padded cell next to mine at the state mental hospital.  No idea where Nora came from, but she sounded good, so I'm rollin' with it.

Up to this point, it's pretty much just been Cade sassing me and Eve about anything and everything under the sun, and Eve screaming like a banshee every time Cade looked at her the wrong way.

They've pretty much been running their own shows, and warring fiercely against one another.  Sounding kind of like something straight out of WWE, right?  Well, here's another move straight out of the wrestling rink...those little stinkers learned the art of tag-teaming.  Seriously.  I thought this was just something that twins did to their parents.  Nope, it turns our my two are capable...and not only capable, but born professionals.

Eve gets mommy's attention by destroying the train track while Cade raids the fridge...

Cade diverts mommy by sending the folded clothes down the slide (pop-up tunnel with one end on the couch and the other on the floor) while Eve empties mommy's sewing trash bag all over the kitchen...

Eve lures mommy to the babygate (which is keeping them in their room for a few minutes of sanity) with the meltdown of the century while Cade sneaks out the bathroom door entrance to their room...

It literally goes on and on because this has been the majority of my day.  

I'm not too worried, because just like any wrestling tag-team, somebody will tick off the other and they'll be separate entities once again.  Until then, don't be surprised if you don't see me in public with them.  

In the meantime, I'm just going to have to visit my Lightroom albums frequently, and remind myself that they really are good, loving kids. They're just having a bit of a rough patch...together : /

Here are the sweetnesses at their best.

Especially love these next two : )

This may be the last post until Team Anarchy decides to break up.  Hopefully, the duo will return to their normal, semi-obedient selves soon and very soon.  If not, I'll be off to see Nora.