Wiped out

I had a really wonderful second trimester.  But that is long over now. 

It seems that things like to hit me all at once.  In my second trimester, I had lots of energy, exercised regularly, and my kids were being really good and going to bed at reasonable hours.  Then along with the start of my third trimester, Daylight savings time started and now my kids like going to bed an hour later, Brandon started going on tons of field trips and the kids started getting sick every time he is gone, and my exercise class has been cancelled for a couple of weeks, leaving me feeling like a beached whale.  Brandon is hoping to defend his thesis in less than 2 months so he gets home no earlier than 7:00 every day.  The worst part of this might be my seasonal oak allergies, which make me want to tear my face off every time I'm outside.  Benadryl seems to work, but I'm pretty convinced that it only works by making me so tired that I will just sleep through my symptoms, which is not really good for productivity. 

On top of this all, it seems that Violet wants to die.  Seriously.  She's normally pretty good at not doing really dumb things but yesterday I was convinced that she doesn't want to live to see her fifth birthday. First, she convinced Charlie that it would be fun to run around with plastic bags over their heads.  I quickly caught her and took them away and tried to explain that it's really dangerous, but she doesn't seem to get why it's dangerous (which I understand, it's just a bag.)  Brandon told me "You could always supervise her and have her try to breathe through one so she sees how dangerous it is," which actually seemed like a good idea until I imagined Violet telling some random person "Mommy put a plastic bag over my face to teach me a lesson," and I really don't want CPS showing up at my door.  Her other shenanigans yesterday involved trying to "unlock the wall" (sticking my keys in an electrical outlet). Luckily I just took them away from her and reminded her that there is electricity in the outlet and she seemed to remember that she shouldn't touch those.  Also, during her bath, she kept spitting bath water at Charlie and when I told her that it's disgusting and she shouldn't put bath water in her mouth, she of course wouldn't listen to me.  She eventually got so much nasty water down her throat that she threw up all over herself, which I'm actually thankful for, because now she knows why she shouldn't do that.

Charlie is starting to get a little more devious but he is so cute about it that I can't get mad at him.  He no longer likes to go to bed.  He's still much easier than Violet, but he knows that I'm a softie and he tries to work his cuteness. After Violet falls asleep and I'm on my way out of their room, he says, "Mommy, wait."  Then I go to his crib and he looks at me with his enormous eyes and says, "I want to cuddle wif you on da couch.  We can wead a book."  And after we go out and read a book, which I can never say no to because it's so cute, I try to put him back in his crib and he says, "Now I want to cuddle on da bed wif Daddy." How could you get mad at that?

Anyways, I'm hoping that the next two months go by quickly.  I'm ready to have a baby and be in a house of my own and have a good income.  For now I'm in between trying to keep myself busy and stressing about being too tired to do anything.