I cannot tell a lie. Things have been a little rough around here since little Mase had his tonsils out on Wednesday.

Wednesday night was fairly uneventful. Chris slept up in Mason's room, woke him in the night for his meds...well, there was one puke incident, but overall, not bad. Mase has been more "with it" than I was expecting after witnessing Chris' week-long coma after he had
his tonsils out in April. During the day he's been feeling pretty well, playing lots of Legend of Zelda & Angry Birds and eating much more than I expected him to. He's been a little teary and a little pukey, but not too bad.
Thursday night, though, he was up a lot of the night throwing up and Simon was up most of the night crying. Quick trip to the doc on Friday: Simon has an ear infection, so he's being drugged now, too.
Friday night Lucy got in on the fun, up most of the night just
wide awake, not very fussy, but not willing to go into her crib without a fuss. Plus, Maya was up for several of the wee hours complaining of a tummy ache.
Last night, Simon threw up before bed, Lucy was spitting up like crazy and Maya still had a sick tummy. Mason was up in the night sobbing and talking crazy (dreaming about waking up after surgery, I think, because he kept saying "I'm SO COLD" and "I want to go home", all while
burning up with fever...at home.). The best was when I told him I was sitting him up to take his medicine and he said (with his eyes closed, fast asleep, I think): "Meow". "That's right", I told him, "kitties have to take their medicine, too", to which he angrily hollered (still asleep) "KITTIES DON'T TAKE MEDICINE!". It was pretty hilarious. He thrashed his way thru the night, first half in bed with me while Chris had cranky Lucy up in Mason's room. Halfway thru we switched. I fed Lucy and hoped she'd sleep in her crib, but it was a no-go. She was up screaming at 3:30 and again at 4, so I finally brought her in with me and we semi-slept the rest of the night snuggled up. Chris took Mason back to his bed, and Mason woke up feeling pretty decent! He's been in good spirits and has eaten some today. We're hoping that since we're on the dreaded Day 5 of recovery (scabs fall off & form again, oucha!), things will be on the up & up from here on out. Here's hoping, anyway!
So...I'm tired! But I guess it's better to be double-teamed every night and get it over with than to have the all-night mania stretch on for weeks and weeks, right? That's what I'm telling myself. Now, should I take a nap or a shower? Decisions, decisions...