I fell much better now. I'm going to try to get back to that "Perky" Meghan I talked about a few weeks ago.
The boys moods have improved drastically, mine is getting there, slowly but surely. The morning was spent with Dylan pushing EVERY button he could possibly think to push.
"Dylan, don't dump out the Lincoln Logs" Response: Dylan opens the box, puts his hand in and swishes it around to make a boat load of noise, all the while looking at me and grinning.
"Dylan, you can not have (another) PopTart" Response: Dylan crinkles the wrapper, looks at me with mischievous grin and says "I'll open it myself" followed by another mischievous grin.
This post reminded me how I SHOULD feel about them.
This post just made me laugh. And laugh, and laugh and laugh. And keep laughing every time I think about it. All the laughing more often than not aggravates the hacking cough that I've developed, but it's well worth it. Well. Worth. It.