Lost

Me and the kids are all sick.  Just a little cold, nothing terrible, but enough to weaken me while strengthening their insanity.  Yesterday started off innocent enough, but soon became a total disaster.

Loren’s one o’clock nap used to be my big reprieve.  Now it’s my big headache.  Ruthie has generally worn herself thin by that time, too tired to take a bottle or a nap, and is generally unhappy with any of my offered solutions – and pissed that she hasn’t had a real boob since early in the morning.  She’ll eventually nap, but I get beat up in the process.  Meanwhile Loren is rejuvenating his energy levels, and I know that by the time I get Ruthie to sleep, Loren will be up and ready to rock for the afternoon.

During yesterday’s afternoon slogfest, Loren decided to cut his nap short.  So instead of one cranky kid on my hands I had two.  Normally I’d throw on Elmo or some other 25 minute movie to ease the transition, but yesterday felt more in need of a feature length film.  Since I knew Loren would want to sit with me while he watched it, I picked something I thought would be suitable for us both.

The Labyrinth was a strange choice.  The Muppets are pretty scary, the plot makes little sense (Jennifer Connolly wishes her baby step brother is stolen by gremlins, so it happens, David Bowie is the king of the Muppets, and agrees to give Jennifer Connolly the baby back if she can penetrate his giant fantasy maze).

Fortunately, Loren found the movie humorous instead of terrifying.  Moments into the flick, he takes one look at David Bowie and says, “Big Bird!”  I nearly died laughing.

And so this morning I decided to see just how apt the comparison.  It turns out the boy was spot on:

I’m glad I checked.

Anyway, Jennifer Connolly gets her step-brother back, Loren played with legos and Ruthie screamed in my face until Natalie came home from work.

I have a feeling Mondays are going to be rough.