Tennessee woke up in a much better mood than yesterday. I think the fever did its job and killed whatever pestilence was attacking his wee body. Lucy, on the other hand, is having the world's most sensitive day ever. Anything her brother does or says becomes the stuff class action law suits are made of. Combined with her new fancy case of hyper-sensitivity is her inability to walk anywhere without doing herself injury. Every corner is a stubbed toe, every door a potential pinched finger.
After two hours of wiping tears and handing out band-aids, I sent her to her room to lay down. Part of me thought she needed to take a break, the other part of me knew that I was about to turn into screeching pointing mommy if I heard one more whimper out of her. She stomped up to her room and slammed the door stating that she "has the meanest mother ever, EVER!" Right about that time I decided to empty the dishwasher, andTennessee decided to become obsessed with the dishwasher being closed. I would wrestle it open, and pull out a few bowls to put away before he came running in to yell "CLOSE UP" and slam the door closed, rattling all of the remaining inhabitants of the appliance. He was sent to his room too. I finished emptying to the sounds of my children howling and decided that the only thing to do on a day like today is lay in bed and read books.
The kids snuggled next to me in bed while we read a few books and identified all of the dinosaurs in the big Dinosaur Encyclopedia. Mr T had the eyes of the nap bound, so I tucked him in. Lucy agreed that a nice rest in her bed with some books wouldn't be too bad, as long as it wasn't counted as a nap, just a rest. It is now just 12:30 pm. I feel like two days have gone by since I woke up this morning. I am going to go try a nice rest in my bed with some books. Sheesh.