I Get Knocked Down, But I Get Up Again

I heard that song on the radio today...talk about way back when.
It immediately took me back to my senior year of high school. I was visiting my brother at college, touring the school to decide whether or not I would go there.
While visiting him, I ended up at a party off campus, doing an Aftershock shot off an ice structure. This song was playing.
Ah the good ol' days....

Fast forward to present time. The song still struck me.
Why?
Because lately I feel like I've been knocked down, yet have to get up again.

Brennan was very sick last week. During that time, the only way he'd sleep is by being held & rocked. Being sicker than he has ever been, we were ok with that. However he is no longer sick, and we need him to sleep like he used to again. Only he is not.
If you are not acquainted with the strong will a 22 month old can have, let me assure you they are amazing little beings. Brennan is a very stubborn, very strong-willed child. (I blame it on my father.)
His sleep habits this week have reminded me of when Aidan was a colicky baby. That is a time in my life I never want to repeat, mentally. I was incredibly depressed. Needless to say Brennan has been wearing on me, and I am one step away from going to the cookoo's nest, if ya catch my drift. We will battle again tonight. I am mentally prepared to battle for 1.5 hours. Beyond that, I will surrender. Let's hope I don't have to surrender.

Knocked down. Getting back up...

So after driving around with the boys yesterday to get out of the house, we come home to a leaky roof. Boy now I am really feeling lucky! Fortunately it's in the bathroom. As far as leaks go, we lucked out in that aspect. Patrick has become quite handy, and was able to resolve it temporarily. We have 2 different companies coming this weekend to give us estimates on a new roof. We've already had one, and the quote was astronomical. I am really crossing my fingers with hopes of a lower estimate. Join me.

Knocked Down. Getting back up.

I admit I am not an optimist. I wish I was, but it's been my nature to be more of a pessimist. When I start to feel down, it's a quick downhill slope from then on.
Right about now I would love to be surrounded by sunshine in a warm, sunny location. Beach/pool nearby. Daiquiris. Beach music.

On the brighter side of things, today was Aidan's Valentine's Party at school. His first one. :) He was so gosh-darned cute. I love this little man. We put together his Batman valentines, taped a Tootsie Roll on each one, then he picked out a single stem flower for his teacher and teacher's aid. He handed the flowers to them right away, and it was so stinking cute. He has a huge heart.

Even cuter?

There are twin girls in his class. (the ones he says he's married to. Both of them)
We pulled into school at the same time, and when they saw Aidan holding flowers, one of the girls said to him, "Aidan are those roses for me?".
Awesome. You gotta love it. The girl just turned 5, and she is already so smart. ;)

Snuggling Aidan has been therapeutic for me this week. I've told him that, but I know he doesn't quite get it. Luckily I can look at him and see what is yet to come. He was no picnic as a baby, but look at him now. Smart, huge-hearted little guy.
I'm hoping the same for Brennan.

Last but not least, tomorrow Aidan has speech. We made a valentine for his speech teacher.
What did we do?
Hee-hee. I think I am so clever.
We made a paper heart, he glued on one of his Batman valentines, then we wrote "You leave me speechless" on it. Har har. I know.
I love it.

Thanks for reading. This post was much longer than I anticipated.