It's been a long weekend. Saturday I took the kids to the Aquarium. Gabe loved it, and Sophie had a good time, even though she's a bit small for most of the exhibits. I think Gabe's favorite "fish" was the diver cleaning the glass in one of the tanks. Saturday was good. The kids were happy, I was happy, and Cynthia was happy that she had time away from the kids.
That all came crashing to a halt around 3:00 in the morning this morning when neither of the kids felt like sleeping. Gabe had been up a couple times already, and Sophie was on a two hour sleep/wake cycle, like she usually is when she's sick. They were both sounding croupy, which is kinda scary--Gabe spent a week in the hospital (with a day in the ICU) with croup when he was around Sophie's age. In the end, Sophie and I sat on the couch and watched TV until 6:30, when Cyn and I swapped places, and I finally got back to sleep around 7:00. Except she woke me up at 8:00, and I didn't get back to sleep until late afternoon. From 8:00 until 2:00 or so, one or the other of them was usually crying.
I love my kids, but days like this seem designed to test my sanity.
The worst part, of course, is that it's almost 11:00, I'm still up, I have a 7:30 appointment with the dentist, and the kids will probably be up at 2:00 or 3:00 again.