Project 365- Day 102

Tuesday was one of those days. The kind you want to forget. The little girl was so cranky from this cold that does not want to leave her alone and she cried any time I put her down. Somehow, I still managed to get some cooking and cleaning done in my house but the day was filled with tantrums, from her and me.
I hoped it would get better once we picked up the big kid. But of course as I was saying hello to him his teacher flagged me down, yet again, to let me know that he was talking throughout class and that he was distracting other kids. I have heard this so much I almost think they need to set up one of those programmed computer calls that they send out when the schedule changes or there is an important date to inform parents about.
I think it would save us both some time.
I nodded since I have lost count how many times he has been in trouble for talking and said I would speak to him about it. What else can I do? The boy cannot be quiet. Ever.
What I wanted to say was you should thank your lucky stars that he only talks a few times per class. At home he is never quiet. Not even for one moment. From the time he wakes up until the time he goes to bed he talks, nonstop. And if he is playing and not talking to me then he is acting out Lego battles, out loud. He has such an endless amount of energy he can't even sit still to read. He has a book he has to read every night for homework and he literally reads it while walking in circles around the coffee table. It is exhausting just to watch him.
The kids began fighting in the car on the way home and continued until it was time for bed. I took this picture because it was the only time they were sitting and getting along.

It lasted for a whole seven minutes before the little one was grabbing the book away from the bigger one.
By eight o'clock, I was so happy they were asleep because I was completely drained, emotionally and physically.
Then I had the whole night to myself.
So I baked.
Until one am.
Anyone else have life long insomnia?
I remember being seven or eight and struggling to sleep, it has been with me that long.
I believe it will end up shortening my life by five years or so.
I used to worry about it but I figure if I make it to 80, that's basically another 40 years for me.
That's a lot.
I made chocolate chip cookies, Italian herb bread, homemade cheez its and wheat thins.
If you had told me ten years ago that to relax I would be baking I would have laughed in your face.
Back then the only way I knew how to de-stress was with a couple of drinks and a smoke or two, or five.
Funny how things change.
I am not sure if baking all hours of the night is much better than the drinking and smoking but at least we had yummy treats the next day!