Happy Birthday to me...

If I want to be diagnosed, apparently, it will cost me 3000$.
So much for *that* idea.

In other news - last night, I had to go into Jades room, after hours.
We put both kids to bed with music.  Eva cannot reach her system, but Jade can reach his, and he *loves* too crank it as loud as it goes.  Unfortunately, it got in the way of us enjoying our porn - I mean HBO - True Blood.... annnnnnnyways......
He had turned it up, and so I had to go in and turn it down.
He was laying beside his bed, his blankets and pilow all off the mattress, and on the floor  like a little bed.  but he was *afraid*... He was laying there - whimpering, but shaking.  After a few moments of cuddling, I got him back on the mattress and ok to leave alone, but  I did find it a bit disturbing.


But as I write this He has discovered that if takes mama's hand while shes typuing, and pulls - he can get her to come with him.  I finally had to pick him up and finish this with him on my lap, hands on mine - because otherwise, I wasnt going to be able to finish...
I think its cuddle time, dont you?

Tha calm afternoon was shattered....

with a piercing, mournful wail.
From my daughter.

Now, if this had been my son, I would have waited to see if it continued on for more then ten minutes, then *Maybe* would have gotten him.
Since it was my daughter, I immediantly went to see what the hell was wrong.

I opened the door to find the following scene...

She is standing at the end of her bed, pointing at it like its possesed.
All her toys have been obviously violently pitched off it it.

and I can see - nothing.
So I move closer...and she shrieks, as if whatever is bothering her is about to fly off the bed, and attack me.
Im getting weirded out.

I kneel, and then I see it... the worlds smallest little beetle, looking desperately for a safe way down.
Smaller then a ladybug.

I leave the room to get kleenex.    She screams louder.
I come back into her room, and kneel beside the bug, reaching for it...
She screams louder.
I pick it up and flush it down the tiolet.
Silence.

I crawl onto the mattress, and lay down, holding out my arms for her.
She lays down, like a brick.  Flat on her back, arms straight, absolutely terrified.
I cuddle her for a few moments.
I get up.
Shes asleep - stiff as a board... every muscle, even in her sleep, primed for that terrible sensation of something *other* creeping along your flesh.

I sympathize.
But Im sstill aughing myself stupid, because - well -
you *have* to, I think.

How much can you handle.

Jade woke up at 6, crying.
He was whimpering and crying, while I cuddled him.
He was screaming, and crying, while I bathed him.
He was crying, while I bathed his sister.
He was whimpering and crying, while they watched Veggietales.
He was whimpering, ceaselessly, like something was wrong, all during sleeping Beauty.
Now, nearing the end of Dawn of the Dinosaurs, he is finally, blissfully quiet. (guess whos pick *that* movie was)

But honestly, folks? How much could *you* handle?
He cries when you give him cuddles, cookies, breakfast, bathes...
He whimpers like hes in pain, while you change him, while you walk with him, while you tickle him - even while hes laughing.

I am losing my mind.