The boys spent the day with Grandma and Grandpa, which went reasonably well, all things considered. We had to cut our dinner short - the afterglow was a sit-down dinner - which was disappointing, because there were a half dozen people that I really wanted to see and a half dozen songs that I wanted to perform. However, considering that G&G were doing such an amazing thing for us by taking the kids from, basically, 10 to 10 on a Saturday..... no complaints, for sure.
The biggest issue was that night. We've been trying to figure out how to break Little Bear of his habit of sucking on his fingers. It's really not a good thing in school age kids: touching the desk and then putting your fingers in your mouth is a great way to make sure you stay sick for a couple of months, which he more-or-less has. This would be less of an issue if the cold didn't travel between the kids and parents with such fervor. So, we've finally resorted to the "painting the finger nails with yucky tasting stuff" stage of things, which seems to be working. Saturday was the first night where he was not able (because of the taste) to suck on his fingers.
To say that it went poorly was an extreme understatement.
So, here I am, having spent the entire day under the stress of management and of performance (which I handled marvelously, if I do say so, myself), had a nice, relaxing dinner, took my medication (which knocks me the heck out because of the various drying agents), and then Little Bear started fussing, rolling, kicking, flailing, and crying. The WIfe fled to the baby's room and spent the night with him. I was awake until a shade before 4 with Little Bear - with him staying still just long enough to drowse before getting kicked / head butted / hit awake, and he was absolutely inconsolable. Compounding things was the extreme amount of caffeine I had consumed earlier in the day, for which I was feeling a caffeine hangover already.
So, we fell asleep for good, finally, around 4. The Wife and the other boys were awake at 6:30, which meant that I was awake at 6:30. The Boy went to early Sunday School with The Wife, and Little Bear stayed asleep until around 10:30AM. I stomped on something at some point - either a nail or a stick or a thumbtack or whatever, because there's a small hole in my heel that makes walking difficult.
The Baby and I hung out around the house and watched tv in the morning, and The Wife let me nap a bit in the afternoon. I spent the rest of the day in front of the football games, which was the first Sunday I did that this year. We did a little bit of housework, including leaves in the backyard with the three boys raking a big pile and stomping around in it. (Ironically, this makes the bagging of the leaves easier, because it mushes them and requires fewer bags.)
It's been more than a month since I've written, for which I apologize. I'm going to try to do better.