So....

Last Saturday afternoon, Dan decided to make cookies. No idea why, really. He had started cleaning out the kitchen cupboards and discovered a bunch of baking stuff that he felt needed to be made into cookies. My husband gets distracted by chocolate chips and baking soda, what can I say?

He was missing a few things though so he decided to run to Target. He offered to take Sean but Sean wanted to stay home with me, which surprised me because Sean typically likes to run these errands with his Daddy.

About an hour later, Dan calls sounding both amused and annoyed at the same time. He'd been in a car accident -- some guy hit him from behind.

Awesome.

Thankfully no one was hurt -- it was a pretty minor accident -- and he didn't have the boys or me with him. But now he's without his beloved CRV while it's in the shop being fixed. I was surprised to learn it sustained $2100 worth of damages! Dan is borrowing my Mom's Subaru while she drives her summer 'Stang. Hopefully he'll have his car back this week. Hopefully.

Hey, at least I got my dang cookies!!!

Other than that, the past week has been blissfully uneventful. We all went to work, school, and daycare as scheduled (except on Monday since I had the day off, so me & the boys chilled at home).

Winter showed up Friday -- again -- and is already on its way out -- again -- as the temps creep up into the 40's -- again.

Today, Dan, Mom, Sean, and I went to see Star Wars: Phantom Menace in 3D at the theater while Evan hung out (and napped) at Nana & Papa's house. It was really cool in 3D but Sean got antsy about 3/4 of the way into it. It's a more-than-two-hour movie.... that's a lot of sitting for a 4-year old, especially when they don't truly understand the concept of the movie (heck! I'm 35 and only recently began understanding the concept). But still.... he did well. Ate popcorn & gummy bears and excitedly shouted out all the characters names as they appeared ("Mommy! Look, it's Queen Amadala!").  There were only like 8 other people in the whole theater besides us so we're pretty certain Sean wasn't distracting anyone. And I must confess: I harbor a wee little bit of pride that my 4-year old knows as much about Star Wars as he does.

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I foolishly assumed that because the boys did so well last weekend after we returned from vacation -- jumping right back into their regular routine of eating, sleeping, and playing -- that we dodged any hiccups that can happen when kids return from a vacation. Aside from mine & Dan's creepy crud Saturday, I was pretty much doing a post-vacation happy dance.

It was a premature jig.

Evan had a few rough, rough nights this week. Waking up at insane hours... unable to go back to sleep... screaming, screaming, screaming... The kid even developed a crazy diaper rash, which certainly didn't do any favors for his screaming, screaming, screaming. I felt horrible for him because his cries were not just casual cries: they were painful cries.

Sean had a few uncharacteristic behavior issues at school this week which all seemed to come to a head today when he decided to hit his teacher (!!). To top it off, I had to change his bed sheets three out of five nights (and that was with a Pull-Up on!). I haven't had to do that in months & months....

Good times. Good times.

Here's hoping this weekend kicks off a much better week. No sickies. Full nights of sleep (actually Evan only had two or three rough nights -- he's been better these past couple nights). No butt rashes. No hitting teachers. And morning Pull-Ups that weigh less than 5 pounds.

Returning from vacation on a Friday is totally the way to go. There's nothing like getting home and knowing you still have two weekend days to decompress before you have to return to work. It's great.

Unless you and your husband are simultaneously sick, while your children are anything but sick. That was Dan & me yesterday. Dan was down-for-the-count with Sean's tummy bug, which was at least kind enough to wait until we got home to attack him. I was almost-down-for-the-count with a massive headache and sore throat that, thankfully, responded to ibuprofen.

We spent the majority of the day being mostly lazy as the boys entertained each other. We watched a LOT of television. We ate total junk because there wasn't much in the house since we'd been gone a week, and neither of us wanted to shop. We had a looooong nap. And if Evan's diapers could change themselves, the day would've been near perfect.

We're both feeling significantly better today, so it looks like we'll be headed to work tomorrow as scheduled (blech). Which means I better get to bed because I have to set that alarm thingy that's gonna wake me up at 6am.

Blech!