Mondays are tough, tougher when you feel cruddy. I survived work, came home, my head met a pillow with a chaser of Tylenol. It was a glorious time.....for approximately 10 minutes. That's when my worry wart helpers arrived or at least realized mom was out of commission.....they hit the panic button.
Every 5 minutes either Eli or Lucas would appear in front of me, wake me up, ask if I was ok or needed something. Now please understand that I really appreciate all the love and care and concern.....after the fact. All I could think of at the time was that if they didn't leave for baseball practice soon, my head was going to explode.
A two hour rest after I achieved quiet and solitude helped somewhat. Being under the weather definitely limits the boys arguing....again much appreciated. Before going to bed Eli asked, "Are you better now? Cause you should be cause I need you to feel better. Good night." Guess I'm better.