I am still drinking coffee...

    I am still drinking coffee...It is 2:43 in the afternoon.  I have been to the gym.  I have been to the grocery store.  I have been up with the kids for hours now.  You would think I would be awake, but for some reason, my children have decided that sleep is for the weak toddlers yet again.


       Yesterday was a day full of cookouts, fun, and friends.  We actually made it to two separate cookouts during the day.  The kids were out and about from 11 am until 9 pm.  You would think they would have been exhausted.  Mike and I were full of meat and would have loved to have passed out into food comas, but the kids had completely different reactions.  For some reason, a full day of activity+no nap= slap happy children who fight sleep with every bit of stubbornness they both possess.  This of course also=mommy hanging on by a thread.  You see, between the fact that my kids don't sleep well to begin with, and our vacation this month, our children have been even worse.  I feel like I am back to the newborn phase all over again.


    Somebody is scared of the dark, someone is thirsty, someone is lonely, someone thinks their bed is too small (sadly, he is right about that fact, but I haven't decided what I am going to do with their bed situation just yet.)  They have different tactics and approaches, but it always results in the same thing.  Their parents get very little sleep.  Colin whines and cries, and begs for some one to come into his room.  Molly uses the boomerang method.  She keeps coming into our room, and then we take her back to her bed.  She continues until I am so friggin tired, that I just give up, and let her sleep with us.  I give up...I am starting to think about shock collars and cattle prods.  Maybe I should call in the Dog Whisperer.  I have no idea, but I need to get some continuous sleep soon, or I will never be able to have a complete thought inside my head ever again.  I have severe "momnesia"  right now.  I can't remember anything for more than a few minutes at a time.  This is why my posts have become so infrequent.  I can hardly get motivated to write, and then when I find the time and the energy, all of the funny stories have left my brain, but I decided to give it a shot today...after my third cup of coffee...I think I may need to lodge a complaint with Dunkin Donuts.  This bag must be defective.

        When all else fails...throw in some adorable pictures of my children.  These are the pics I managed to get while the children were vibrating out of their skin from too much sugar and excitement.  I dressed them up in full hopes of getting an adorable picture together.  Every time I tried, they moved, or fought, or...well, they were just being kids.  These were a couple of the better ones that I managed to squeak out.  The hug picture looks very sweet.  Of course, what you don't see is how quickly the "hug" became a headlock, and Molly started to cry, and fight her brother off.  I am choosing to pretend that this picture is just sweet...



      The last couple of weeks have been unbearably hot, even for Hotlanta standards.  I was raised in this state, and I have to admit, the heat has actually been a bit much for even the native Georgians.  The kids beg to go outside, play for a few minutes, and then they beg to go back inside.  Who can blame the little guys?  I sense a lot of pool time, water play, and indoor play spaces in our future.  Mike took the kids out over the weekend to a playground, about half a mile from our house.  Colin wanted to ride his bike, and Molly walked.  I think I was napping due to my horrible case of pink eye (that whole thing may deserve it's own post, so I will leave it at that.)


       I couldn't imagine that they had gone that far, so I called Mike to see where they were.  He told me they were at the church playground around the corner.  He said "You might want to bring the car up here to pick us up."  I poo pooed this idea, but offered to walk up to help him get the kids home.  By the time I got to the play ground, I thought I might die...ok, an exaggeration, but it was horrible.  The heat had reached simply oppressive.  The air felt so heavy and thick, it was difficult to breathe.  The children saw me walk up, and promptly stole my glass of sweet tea.  I think they finished the entire thing in two sips.  We all started the walk back to the house.


      In one block, Molly was demanding to be carried, Colin was begging to be held, and Mike and I realized what a horrible idea the whole adventure had become.  We trudged on as Mike informed us "oh come on guys, this is not the Bataan Death March."  I turned and glared at him, as I huffed up the sidewalk dragging my son, and carrying my daughter on my hip.  Leave it to my husband to use some vague historical reference to make me feel stupid on top of the fact that he was making me feel bad for complaining about the horrific heat and sheer weight of our massive children.  Now I am going to have to Google that just so I know what the hell he is talking about.


          I swear, it is like living with a living game of Trivial Pursuit at times.  And I lettered, yes "lettered" in quiz bowl in high school.  He is still full of completely off the wall facts that I have never heard of before.  Perhaps I should have paid more attention in History class...Oh, and did I mention, Molly had no panties on.  She was wearing a dress, and no pull up or panties.  Perfectly acceptable for our home during potty training, but not cool while on a play ground...at a church...on a Sunday.  I may not know about the Bataan Death March, but I do know that social etiquette requires my daughter to cover her bottom in public.  Not to mention, I had no desire to make the ER trip that could be involved from a slide burn on a naked bottom.  My husband, ladies and gentleman. Full of interesting facts, but completely oblivious to his daughter's vajayjay flashing to the world.


       For future reference, I will now be listening a little more closely to the local news and their "Code Red" smog alerts.  That weather man was not lying when he warned us to all stay inside, and inside the Bryan Family may stay, at least until the sun starts to go down.  And Mommy figures out how to make decent iced coffee at home...it is simply too hot for my beverage of choice right now.