Those pictures and the post about The Brother's House will just have to wait.
We've had a crazy busy weekend with things like farmer's market and grocery store shopping to fill our empty fridge, a 6 year old's Little House on the Prairie birthday party, a Pampered Chef party, church, house cleaning and naps.
Today we went on a little Home Schooling field trip to a farm an hour or so away where the kids got to dredge nets through pond scum and see what they could find. Kyra was beyond thrilled, as was Lydia. Nature. It's right up their alley!
Making it to the field trip was an adventure in and of itself. I had a terrible, fitful night of sleep last night. I was so cold. Bone chilling cold. The kind where I lay under one sheet, two thinner blankets and one down blanket with a mattress heater and I still could not stop shivering.
To top that off I've had the worst headache I've ever had In. My. Life. I now know what a migraine feels like. The children's talking and chatter hurt my brain. Lights hurt my brain. A cloudy, overcast, rainy day, HURT. MY. BRAIN.
We came home from the field trip right before nap time, so I explained to Kyra that even though she wasn't tired, Mommy NEEDED her to lay in bed as quietly as possible while Lydia and I slept. She didn't fight me. Asked me if I was sick and if that's why I keep rubbing my head. She hoped I'd feel better.
So. Damned. Sweet, that child is.
Lydia slept for 2 hours while Kyra remained on her best behavior. I rested, fitfully, again. I must have dozed off for a bit because next thing I know, two little girls are quietly standing at my bedside, staring at me. I offered a movie in Mommy's bed, if they'd lay very still and quietly.
Jeremy came home shortly after that. Saw two quiet children and a Mommy with her head under the covers to block out the light of the TV. He took them down stairs and let them watch TV the rest of the evening. Made pancakes. And doctored me up.
Jer thinks I'm suffering caffeine withdraws since I loaded up on the stuff for 4 out of the 5 weeks of our trip. [I'm not normally a soda drinker.] My mom thinks I'm coming down with the flu.
I'm not sure what it is but the 800mg of Ibuprofen and 12oz bottle of Coke sure made me feel better. Though, it's 5 hours later and I'm typing this through some wicked bouts of shivering and another oncoming headache.
Either way, I think the last 5 weeks of CRAZY is starting to catch up with me and Jer's working late tomorrow. Pray for the children, won't 'cha? If this continues, surely it's only going to lead to half assed parenting and lots of television watching.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm gonna climb farther into my mound of blankets and wish for a better tomorrow.