The voices in my head

The good news is I no longer have 3 chipmunks serenading me 24/7. The bad news is that they have been replaced by the Indiana Jones theme song. Could it be from the boys watching the short movie on the Lego website over and over again? Could it be from Eric quietly humming it to himself all morning long? Could it be from seeing the new movie, then from watching Raiders of the Lost Ark last night? Or could it be from all 5 boys, crammed into our van on the way to see Indiana Jones and the something something something Crystal Skull for Ryan's birthday, singing it at the top of their lungs.

Eric: Hey guys hey guys hey guys! Let's all sing the Indiana Jones song!

All 5 boys: da da dat DA, da da daaaa, da da dat DAAAA, dat dat dat dat dat...

All the way to the movie theater.

They all had a great time. They sat in one long row (cousins Jack and Ellie joined them) while Mike, Caroline, Jeremy, Eric, and I sat behind them. The kids all ate contraband candy from my purse, loved the flesh eating ants, then came back to our house and played Indiana Jones in the back yard while the adults sat on the deck, paralyzed by exhaustion. Ryan was so wound up last night that we finally put him in our bed so he could watch a movie on Disney and hopefully fall asleep. We realized what a bad idea that was when Mike crawled into bed with him at 10:30 and promptly fell asleep while a bright eyed and bushy tailed Ryan continued to enjoy his movie. I had to wake Mike up to take Ryan to bed.

This morning Eric was up at 5 and Ryan is pretty perky for a kid still running on adrenalin. Mike and I, on the other hand, feel like the guy Marian beat in the drinking contest in Raiders. We can barely function. Honestly, I think I'm too tired to knit. I'm too tired to make my lunch to bring to work, and I know I'm too tired to work 6 hours today. Sundays are usually slow. Do you think anyone would notice if I fell asleep at the counter? We do have a bell on the door, so that might jar me into consciousness. Truly, the last time I felt this bad was when I had one of Leah's cocktails. All I had last night was a Mike's Hard Limeade. Just one. It's like a juicebox. I have one nearly every night. And yet I could lay my head down on the keyboard right nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww