....and all hell broke loose at the Mutchler abode. 

For a few hours I honestly thought we had entered the twilight zone. 

Christmas day was in the books and although different this year, still a fun day. 

But there were warning signs that we weren't anywhere near normal. With the kids still battling their illnesses and my husband and I trying hard to not catch what they had, it was a day filled with laughter and busyness with new toys, but also with tears, coughs, tempter tantrums, nebulizer treatments, medicine, and lots of laying around. Bedtime couldn't come soon enough. 

But it did come. After we tucked them into bed, mom and dad settled in to watch a movie. Something we don't do as much as we'd like. But after watching a couple of holiday favorites the night before, we decided to keep the movie train rolling and turned on "Catching Fire," the second installment of the Hunger Games series. As a huge fan of the books it was embarrassing that I still hadn't seen this movie...especially with the next movie already out in theaters. 

We got through the majority of the movie with no issues. But I was feeling a sore throat and coughing more. I knew I was probably done for, but I ignored it, and continued watching the movie. 

I should have gone to bed. Maybe the rest could have been prevented. Somehow. 

With about an hour left in the movie my daughter started crying. This was rare for her and typically only happens when she's sick. We went into her room to see what was the matter. 

She was inconsolable. We think it was a bad dream and had no luck calming her down. We got her up, gave her some water, walked around with her. She finally settled a little and we returned her to bed. She was still a little upset, but seemed to be calming so we left. 

We settled back in to continue the movie. Ten minutes later the crying started, again. We returned to her room to find her in worse shape than before. We went through every thing we could think of in an attempt to calm her. Once again we thought we got her relatively calm and we left. 

Only to have my son wake up and start fussing. We didn't go in right away, we assumed he had just been awoken by E's crying. But, after a bit, I began to realize his crying wasn't getting better. It was, in fact, getting worse. Plus, not wanting to disturb his sister who was finally quiet, we hit pause on the movie (again!) and entered his room. 

To a smell and a scene I hope to never repeat. 

B had taken off his socks, pajama bottoms...and diaper. And had wet the bed. The complete bed. He and the bed were soaked.

(Yes, it could have been worse...what you may be envisioning happened earlier in the day. His fascination with his diaper and what's in it is not ok. The boy really needs to get potty trained. We are trying everything...suggestions are welcome.)

So he took a bath. At midnight. Or one...I don't remember the time. Late.

And then my daughter started crying again.

So we got her up to join the party. 

Both kept saying they wanted to get up, it was morning. My husband had to show them how dark it was outside in an effort to convince them it was not morning. Then my daughter wanted to sleep on the couch. To watch a cartoon. To do anything...but return to bed.

We decided to redo our bedtime routine. B went down relatively easy, he was falling asleep during the story. But E. She was ready for a battle. 

It took close to another 1/2 hour to get her settled. Maybe even 45 minutes. By the time it was done not only was I exhausted due to the time, but I was mentally and emotionally drained. 

And I was definitely getting sick. 

But we did finish the movie. I think. 

Moral of the story: If you're a parent, don't try to watch a movie. Bad things happen.

{P.S. If you would like further evidence of my daughter's headstrong nature, look no further than here. A day in the life of E's thoughts or at least how I imagine them to be.}

xo Sara

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