B.S.C...

A friend of mine has a blog that I love to read. Her blog is titled B.S.C. and for the life of my I could NOT figure out what it meant. I finally had to ask her; Bat Sh!t Crazy. TOTALLY appropriate for today.

Bob has been working from home since Monday and he doesn't start his shift until noon. Monday he worked until midnight but tonight and last night only until 9pm. So when I would normally get a break from the boys I am fresh out of luck.

This morning Drake as MIA for a few minutes, turns out he was in the kitchen. He was very quiet, too quiet. He decided to give himself another hair cut. Ugh. At first glance it didn't look too bad, then he turned his head. Bald spots...five of them. He was very proud to inform us that he used his scissors to do it. There is no point in trying to even it out because the spots are nearly to the scalp. Of course Robby went into the kitchen to give himself a hair cut too. Can't let Drake get all the spotlight. At least Robby's isn't noticeable.

I will spare you the majority of the day and just sum it up as them arguing, whining, yelling, fighting, can't be near each other, can't be apart, "I hate him", "He's the bestest brother ever"...

This evening they make a cave of darkness. They covered the coffee table with blankets and then one of them gets inside and tries to identify an object that the other hands inside. Dirty sock, stuffed animals, cat toys, orange, banana, watermelon...watermelon?! NO FOOD IN THE CAVE OF DARKNESS!!! "Okay, Mom..." On his way to putting the watermelon away, Drake drops it. Eff...

So yeah, I'm a bit B.S.C. tonight and wishing I had a baby sitter, a righteous cup of coffee and solitude.

Be afraid, be very afraid...

No morsel of food is safe from...the Picnic Bandit!

Gotta tell you that I am very frustrated right now. I am having dreams of straight jackets, duct tape, alarms, booby trapped doors and even shock collars. That twitching eye, yeah it's back. Of course this is all due to Thing 2... Dennis the Menace... The Energizer Bunny... a.k.a. Drake.

Last night the boys decided to have a sleep over in Robby's room. It always starts out as a great plan but within the first hour, they are usually in their own rooms because they can't settle down. So Drake ended up back in his room and wide awake. He came out multiple times for one excuse or another (water, bathroom, hungry, lets party all night...). At 10pm Bob and I head to bed and Drake is still awake. He got in trouble a couple of times but then all was quiet and we fell asleep. Mistake #1.

Midnight, I hear rustling in the other room so I peek at Drake's bedroom door. It is closed so I assume that the rustling is coming from a cat. Mistake #2. Without my glasses all I can really make out is whether his door is shut or open and apparently he has figured this out because he actually took the time to shut his door after he escaped.

12:15 a.m. Drake comes in to wake me for his feast. I mumble something about it is bedtime and to go back to bed, then I start to doze off. Mistake #3. Finally all the alarms and whistles start to go off in my head and wake me up. I bolt out of bed to assess the damage.

There is 1 dim light on in the living room, no where else. On the coffee table there is a bowl of sugar, a can of soda with the top pried off just enough to allow soda to dribble out, a cup of milk, a box of lemonade, 3 packages of fruit snacks (1 for Millie the cat), the jug of orange juice, and 1 cup with a mixture of OJ/Water/Milk/Lemonade. He also was referring to some cold delicious meat which I discovered was a package of bacon he opened, using 3 steak knives, and left it sitting on the table.

Yeah...I freaked.

I sent him to his room with him yelling at me for ruining his feast and then I went to work cleaning up the mess. This is when I realized how much care and stealth he used to accomplish the heist. Cabinets where open, chairs strategically placed for the out of reach items, steak knives not so cleverly hidden, and all the lights out. He did it in the dark! He did it silently! He covered his tracks!! I am a light sleeper so lights, sounds, things out of the ordinary wake me up and he covered ALL of his bases. HE'S FIVE!!!!

I stayed in the living room on the couch until 12:45 a.m. to make sure he couldn't get past me. It was only after his yelling and crying over his defeat woke Bob who then went in to scold him that I was finally able to go to bed.

During our waking moments we are always on guard for Drake's shenanigans and that is VERY tiring. Now we have to sleep with one eye open? *whimper*

Fair is fair!

Went to the dentist today which I really don't mind if it is only a cleaning. However, today I needed them to repair a chipped tooth that exposed an old filling. It takes an act of congress to get my cross wired mouth to numb. I have been drilled on 5 separate times in my life without being numb so needless to say I was a wee bit apprehensive. They always end up giving me the "gas" but I hip to them now. They aren't giving it to me for my benefit but theirs. I think that they are nervous to put their fingers in my mouth when I am that high strung but they always do it free of charge to insure that I will go along with them. lol Of course it doesn't really cost them much since I am such a light weight. Probably balances out with the additional cost they have to incur for the sheer amount of Novocaine they have to give me to insure I am numb.

All went well so the nasty after effects are worth it. I am usually numb for 4 to 6 hours, unable to open my mouth to really eat for the day and usually need to fight a migraine. BUT! The tooth is fixed and that was the last filling left for my wonderful new dentist to replace after the crappy last dentist. WHOO HOO!!! He even smoothed out another tooth to keep the same thing from happening on the other side.

Grandpa Bob was a life saver and watched the Boblings for me so that I could go to the dentist and it is rumored that they were very good for him. (According to the Boblings)... They were playing with pattern blocks and fighting over who had more. It didn't take long for me to get sick of it so I sat down and divided them all up equally by color and shape. Robby was convinced I had made a mistake and that Drake might have ended up with 1 possibly 2 extra blocks than him. So Drake traded piles with Robby because 1 or 2 blocks doesn't matter. Robby had to be sure so he started to count his pile, then count Drake's pile. Like I would stack the deck either way so the squabbling would continue because lets face it, fighting children are FUN! When I came back to check on them, the blocks were all together in 1 pile and neither of them wanted to play blocks anymore. Now they had the bin of hot wheels.

I am wishing I still had the "gas".