You know...

... the whiny, poor-me days when you find yourself stooping down to pick up such-and-such toy for what seems like the 3,000th time? The days where you think, "Dude, it'd be nice to change it up a little... Like, just pick up and go to Disneyworld for the day! Wahoo!" But instead you trudge into the kitchen and make what seems like the 600th peanut butter and jelly sandwich?

I'm not having one of those days.

But I think my kids are having one of these days: You know, the "Seriously, isn't this the 4th consecutive day she's given me apples as a snack?" days. The days where dumping juice on the floor seems like a tired trick and for the sake of entertainment (and when you're 20 months old, entertainment is imperative), something new is in order.

On days such as this, they sneak off and have a brother council. Well, I haven't actually observed their councils but I know they must have them. I imagine Gabriel hoists Noah into a Fireman Carry and the three of them wiggle under the crib in Eli's room. See? Insta-Strategy Chamber. And they say to each other, "You do this. And I'll do this. And... Hey, can I have your pacifier? ... No? Alright, whatever. So yeah, and then he'll do this. And I'll do this! And then Mommy will explode into crazy Mommy pieces!!!!"

Yes, on days such as this they throw me for a loop. My 3-year-old -who seems to be in a phase of perpetual whining- goes down for a nap CHEERFULLY. And my 1 1/2-year-old -normally all smiles and quick to forget offenses- cries for 2 HOURS STRAIGHT about who knows what. Cries so much that he throws up. TWICE. And the baby -who has been boycotting daytime naps for weeks- crashes for the entire morning.

I'm confused. And I think they won this round.