The Mister? He's got a cold. We've all got colds, with the exception of J, who doesn't spend his days (gladly) accepting kisses from little boogery faces, so he hasn't caught this. (Yet.) My (admittedly mild) cold is making me tired and cranky, Vivi's cold is making her temperamental and sleepless, and A's cold is making him NAUGHTY. To start with, he threw Cheesus in the toilet this morning. While it was ... um .... in use (if you know what I'm sayin', because GOD FORBID I try to use the restroom with the door closed). So Cheesus needed a good Cloroxing, because it's not like you can just flush Cheesus, right? Then, while we made a mad dash through the store for Kleenex and Little Noses saline spray and all the fixins for a big pot of chicken soup, he managed to rip open a container of yogurt and smear it all over his hands, face, and pants before I even noticed. (He was sitting in the main part of the cart, so in my defense, I had V blocking my view.) (And yeah, I know, toddler + yogurt container + obstructed view = rookie mistake.) So that little stunt drew some sideways glaces and tsk tsks from the old birds at the store. And now, he's spent exactly one hour and forty two minutes in his crib not napping. First, he spent some time laughing. Then jumping. Then there was screaming, so I went to investigate, and (obviously) found him pantless. Put pants back on. More screaming and some dry coughing, so I delivered a sippy cup. Left. Quiet for awhile, until that %&^%$#@ mail lady decided to HONK HER HORN all the way up our driveway to let me know she was headed to the front door with a package. Who DOES that? I hereby strike the mail lady from my thankful list, because that just wasn't cool. So then there was more screaming, and this time, I found him soaking wet. Sippy cup lid was intact, so he'd apparently done the old spit trick all over his pants and shirt, which indicates a very deliberate soaking job was taking place up there. I peeled off the wet clothes, got him into dry clothes, told him sternly that it was naptime NOW .... and in protest, he kicked at the wall as hard as he could for a few minutes, then conked out. But that kicking? Yeah, you guessed it, it woke his sister.
So much for a restful nap time. Sigh.