Chocolate Chip Cookies are Magic

The last few nights have been kind of weird with everyone. Monday night, I stayed up all night reading the new Twilight book. (For those of you who stopped at book 2, keep going. Book 2 stinks, but it is necessary...books 3 and 4 are AWESOME!) I'm the type of person who literally cannot put a book down until it is done. Food is brought to me to ensure that I eat, and sleep will not come until I know "the rest of the story". I've tried. Anyway, I stayed up Monday night, and Karah got up at 5:30 am, Jayden at 6. I gave Karah an early nap, and tried with Jay to get him asleep, but did not succeed. I got an hour nap while Karah slept, then another hour and 30 minutes after Dan got home. I stayed up late Tuesday night, too, because I got a call from a friend that needed to talk. It was okay....I'd gotten another rush of adrenaline 5 minutes before the call came. So, with that background, this morning both kids got up before 6. My loving husband, knowing the last few nights I had, got up with them. The poor man had such a hard time waking me up before he left that I think he was late for work. Last night he and I made chocolate chip cookies together. After I woke up, the kids were both whining and crying. Jayden was freaking out that Karah threw a Cheerio on the floor. He was sobbing, yelling at her, and demanding that I pick it up and put her in Time-Out. Karah was giggling (an evil little giggle...) at his reaction after each Cheerio she dropped. (Little stinker). I was trying to calm Jay down when Karah kicked him in the head, on purpose, as he was picking up the Cheerios off the floor. I can't say that sent him over the edge, because he had already been there, but that set him off on an even more uncontrollable fit. Karah started yelling at him, probably telling him to be quiet. I'd only been up an hour, but I couldn't take both of them being sassy and vindictive. They had already had a big breakfast and I'd given them snacks in the middle of this ordeal, so hunger was not the culprit. Fatigue was. I put Karah in her crib, and then I had to carry a screaming, squirming, flailing body upstairs to my room and hold him down so he wouldn't go and hit Karah back. 15 minutes later and the tantrum was still going. (From both kids...they were yelling their obscenities to each other...Jay- "I wanna HIT KARAH!!! I wanna HIT HER!! BE QUIET KARAH!!" Karah- "DAYDAAAAAY!!! (Jay Jay) A blabber dado * long toot noise* AHHHHHHH!!!") I calmly asked Jayden if he wanted a cookie. Silence. "Yes *sniff* please." I said if he laid down and took a nap, I would give him a cookie when he woke up. 5 minutes later, he was out, and so was Karah...she'd stopped yelling when he did. Wow. All it took was the promise of a cookie! I wish I'd thought of that earlier before my headache hit...I took advantage and had a nap myself. Karah only slept for an hour, but I think she'll take another nap later this afternoon... Jayden will probably sleep for at least 3-4 hours...he needs it!