One odd day

Today was an odd one at that. All week, Brady and I have been sick and I have been trying to rest and get better, as well as keep the house from falling apart or from getting so germ ridden, both Travis and Bryce end up coming down with this head cold from hell. Not an easy task when all I want to do is curl up in a ball and sleep for afew days.

So, since we did not have anywhere to be today and the boys seemed to be in a funky mood, I opted to stay home and have a pajama party in the basement. However, Bryce was opposed to my idea and informed me, "I am getting dressed". When I asked him why he didn't want to be a part of our pajama party he informed me he would only come, "but just for a little bit, then I am getting dressed. You and Brady should get dressed, too". Maybe the kid has a point, I do tend to feel better when I get dressed and put my face on. However, like I said before, I have so little energy, it is all I can do to stay awake, so in my PJ's I stayed. Brady did, too, well, until he peed right out the side of his diaper and soaked my bed as well. Ah well, just another of the many exciting incidents of the day. And they mostly revolved around Brady. He seemed determined to experiment with the house to see what it would look like if a real tornado went through it. He is also fond of a new word - "nuh -uh". That is, if he even responds to me. He has suddenly developed hearing loss, but only when I am requesting that he either behave himself or to pick up what he has just destroyed. Miraculously, his hearing returns when I get worked up, and that is when the "nuh-uh" comes in.
Yeah, he spent some serious time in his time out chair today. *sigh* I am not loving this stage in his life very much.

On the same spectrum, my very sweet, lovable, docile little Bryce has suddenly developed an attitude that purely puts Medusa's to shame. He frequently forgets his manners and I often heard demands throughout the day, rather than requests. I used to be able to just give him my "look", but even that failed me today. Instead "Hey, fool, go get me milk, now" came out of his mouth and was responded with "get your lil butt to the corner". *sigh* I am not loving this stage, either.

So, here is hoping that tomorrow is a better day, my boys remember their manners and how to behave (and maybe a littl ebit of the cleaning skills I have so generously taught them) and all of this mucous clouding my brain dissipates throughout the night.