Oh man. B woke up with the most bloodcurdling scream I've heard in a while. He has no clue what his dream was about, but it was bad enough to where he was shaking and crying for almost an hour at 4:03 this morning.
So, what did I do? I let him get in bed with me, and slept fitfully for the next three hours while he kicked me, repeatedly, in the kidneys. Poor kid...but poor mama, too!
N was supposed to go out to his great-grandparents' farm in Roanoke, so he left with his dad around 8:15. B was still snoozing away, so I crawled back into bed, and we snoozed straight through church. It was not part of the plan. We were both pretty bummed about missing it. B was easily consoled when he realized there were Easter eggs hidden throughout the apartment, so he raced off to find them all.
He felt bad after finding them all and leaving none for N, so he went back and hid half for N to find once he got home. How sweet is that? We got dressed and went over to my mom's for Easter dinner with my mom, grandma, and one of my uncles. It was pretty quiet, so B decided to entertain us. He climbed trees, yelled at the dogs next door (I'm sure they missed him), and he and I teamed up against the others to play Phase 10. It's kind of like our unofficial family game...and my mom can't stand it. It's too long, and it drives her crazy because it never seems to end.
I got out the cards, and my grandma made me put them back. She'd brought her own deck, where each person completes phases in a different order. She likes it. I think it's a huge pain in the rear. Either way, I won. I don't typically lose; in fact, I've been known to start several rounds into it, and still win. B hung in for the first few rounds, then got bored and entertained himself with a wide variety of things.
After I won and the company left, I shopped in my mom's closet for my interview at Baylor this week, and then pretended to sleep on the couch while B and my mom played a quick game and B tried (successfully) to locate and eat the majority of my grandma's homemade beef jerky. That stuff is crazy addicting.
We got home and showered for bed, but then I got a call to come pick N up...so I grumbled the whole way there, still cranky from not getting any sleep last night, only to find that N has lost his baseball glove. And he has practice tomorrow. And games on Saturday.
The evening didn't have the greatest ending...especially since they were both hyped up and awake an hour after I put them to bed.
N has stupid STAAR testing this week, so I'm really hoping we can have some restful evenings...you know, aside from the fact that we have late practice two nights this week.
Super.
Aubs
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