Hysteria is spreading

No, Grace, it isn't just you. I can't comment on your site. Don't know what's up. Getting a tad frustrated. I'm wondering, is it Beta Blogger? Not only can I not post comments about 25% of the time, but blogger keeps making me log in randomly. And I've had a terrible time posting pictures. They'll say they've loaded, but nothing will happen when I click on "Done."

Please pray for Ragged and Cynical today. Their beloved Sammy passed away. He had rallied and they had encouraging news from a test, but it was momentary.

In other news, my children are trying to push me over the edge. The fighting has been constant and pointless. Sleep has been often interrupted. Meals have been chores just to eat. Irritation just for the sake of irritation seems to be the order of the week.

Baby Girl had a bad day at school yesterday. When she got home, things seemed better. I was relieved...foolishly so. 90 minutes prior to bed time things began to go down hill. At 7:15 the excrement hit the air conditioning. Screaming, fighting, kicking...not good. I put her to bed and it only took 3 long conversations and an hour and a half to get her to go to sleep.

In the meantime, B.B. flat refused to stay in his bed because he'd taken a long nap late in the afternoon. Normally I would try and prevent this sort of thing, but yesterday I thought he needed it. Instead of going to sleep, he insisted on watching House with me (which he continually informed me was his show, not Mommy's show) , talking to Art on the phone, and attempting to dismantle "his Tris-mas tree." Today he keeps bringing me chocolate cake mix and demanding I bake him a "tocolate take," a jar of marachino cherries he seems to need, and screaming for a sippy cup full of sweet tea (which he VERY RARELY gets). He's also developed a habit of pooping in his diaper and some how keeping far enough away from me that I don't notice until the poop has turned into a pasty mess and adhered to his back side like concrete.

#1 Son is grumpy and opinionated and doesn't feel the need to express himself clearly. When I ask him to repeat himself he screeches, "I already told you!!! You heard me!!!" It is not pleasant. He also feels the need to continually poke his brother and chant "touch, touch, touch." B.B., as you can well imagine, is not appreciative. Neither am I.

I got to talk to Inkling last night. That was nice. She needed me to measure my kids' heads. She's making costumes for her church's pageant. She witnessed (over the phone) the mass hysteria taking place in my house...that is until I locked myself in my bed room so I could talk to her. She offered to come help wrangle kids, but I figure by the time she gets her permanent residency & drives here, they'll either be calm, restrained, or sedated...OK, so I'm kidding...I think.

This ornament was made by Baby Girl last year at school. I love it and need to cover it with clear contact paper to insure it's survival.