For one day only...HOORAY they are bouncing off the walls!

Yes, you hear me right, they are bouncing off the walls and I am rejoicing, just for today. I was happy to hear my Isaac say "Butt frack"- just the once, having had him almost silent, but for the snorting and coughing ( and lets not forget the whining) We are all but delirious to have had to tell Elijah to STOP JUMPING today, sweet boy has been hit so hard by this viral demon, I took him to the Dr today just to make sure he wasn't actually suffering from face drowning snot virus that would need strong doses of anti biotics to kill it off.
"Hello dot-ter, I poorly"
"Oh dear, shall we look at those ears Eli?"
" No fant-you."
"Can I see your throat?"
"No fant-you"
" Let me have a quick listen to your chest"
"OK, you hear a lion king in dere? Iss a lion king in der"
"Elijah can you say ARGH for me?"
"no fant-you, I doe watt to"
"Well Eli you are getting better, you'll be just fine, just drink lots and lots and get well"
"OK, fant-you dot-ter" and he blew a kiss. Divine.
Not so divine when he got home, taking the doctors words to heart and believing he was now recovered, he has jumped and bounded and run to make up for his week's droopiness. My word, the floors have shaken, the walls have trembled and we prayed with the utmost sincerity that this evening he would actually go to bed, upstairs and SLEEP! Early please. It happened at 8pm which was acceptable and he seems, for now, to be sleeping without sounding like a sawmill. I almost dread the morning though because the post illness insanity is somehow worse than the before illness energy......maybe the drooping and wilting and endless snuggling makes you forget just how loud 3 little boys under 5 with no maladies can be. How quickly we are reminded.
We are celebrating not having heard once, from any of them " Snuggle me please" Now, I'm all for snuggling, cuddling, smooching and cosying but truly, you can have too much of a good thing. For nearly 3 weeks we have been unable to move without one or the other pleading for comfort, suffocating comfort of the "don't move , try not to breathe, don't even think of needing the toilet or food "variety. Then of course there is the fact that I have one lap, unfortunately smaller than it could be because my stomach takes up some space, 2 legs, propped on a footstool, one boy on each, 2 boobs, weary and less firm than they used to be but still much loved and apparantly comfy to lean on, dig elbows into, wipe snot on, headbutt..... 2 arms/ hands to stroke faces, squeeze arms, pat legs, wipe snot ( hopefully before it gets to the shirt/ boobs) sounds good but there have been THREE of them, all wanting ME ( I suspect daddy, although glorious and adored) being boobless and much firmer than mummy isn't quite as cosy and squashy as mummy, he certainly doesn't appear to have the face stroke thing down yet. So mummy it is. Oh blessings. It IS a blessing but 3 weeks....one long day after the other, following nights of snatched sleep interuppted by endless wailing, coughing and puking and the twitchy legs..THE TWITCHY LEGS!!!!!!!!!!! There have been many moments of not so silent pleading to give me a break.......you'd think the insomnia devil would see I am UP, AWAKE, BLOODY WELL NOT ASLEEP ALRIGHT?!?! Leave the legs alone, there are kids balanced on them, kids who moan " teep your leds still mummy I hate at ..teep em still" and " Why are you DOING that? you're joggling me" and one child who actually found it quite soothing and sucked his thumb. Sheer misery.
But today, we have gloried in the fighting, jumping, paper ripping ( Isaac is a waiter, he writes orders all day and then RIPS the paper out of his 24p slimline waiters notebook and tosses it aside, ready to take your next order sir) swearing ( well, buttfrack is sort of swearing, at least it's discouraged in case he manages one day to say 'BUTTCRACK' when we are at church or visiting royalty perhaps.) He told us today that he had an itchy buttfrack on his foot, I think he meant in between his toes were itching. How marvellous to have so many buttcracks that you have to actually explain where the offending itchy one is.
We even enjoyed the playing with/ fighting over the toy with 30 different sounds. Normally these toys have us asking ourselves if we'd had some kind of brain fart when we bought them but today the noise of the jet like rocket toys that spin and shoot and fly whilst stuck on the child's arm, the whole while making a myriad of ear shattering sounds was just so welcome after the brain numbing monotony of whining and crying. ( I'm taking the batteries out while they are asleep though because I'm not betting the sound will be a bit welcome tomorrow, I didn't lose all my marbles!!)
So, all 3 are asleep and I might just take a chance on the legs not twitching and join my husband, in our bed, that has no children in it ( yet) and pat his leg, stroke his face and enjoy the fact that I can pretty much guarantee that if he comes anywhere near my boobs, he won't wipe snot on them. Life isn't so bad sometimes, is it?