going stir crazy

both boys are on prednisone (a steriod) and albuterol through the nebulizer to help clear their lungs from the bronchittus and pnuemonia. steriods make them, well, crazy.
tommy cant crawl just yet, but he sure wants to.
right now he is rolling around the floor from one side of the living room to the other, reaching all 4 corners and is screaming because he cant figure out how to get his back legs up under him at the same time he is holding himself up with his arms. so he is flat on his back, hands tightly holding his feet as if they are trying to work out a game plan.
he cant sleep but he wants to so badly, he will let go of his feet long enough to rub his eyes.
he is the sad, pitiful one.
mark anthony, on the other hand can crawl. and walk. and run. and jump. and do front rolls. and a funny little attempt at a kart-wheel. and jump on the bed and off the bed. and jump on the couch and off the couch. he can even run into one couch, bounce off it and run back across the room into the other couch just like he is bouncing off the sides of the ring. oh but thats not all he can do! he can scream. he can cry. he can cough and cough. he can yell. he can argue. he can halucinate. he can be mad. he can be sad. he can ask for a drink, and then when he is handed what he asked for, push it away and run off screaming that he didnt want juice. then no less than 1 minute later he comes back and picks up the drink and drinks it like it is the best thing ever. he can look at his shirt sleeves and pick at them like they are aliens on his arms, and scream at me when i offer to take his shirt off that he wants his shirt on. he can ask me to turn on a certain tv channel or movie, then yell that he doesnt like it, when it is the very one he loves every other day.
it is raining, so we cant get out and go to the park.
and since they are sick, we cant (well i guess we could) get ready and go to walmart and wonder around the isles. but i dont think its very nice or wise for me to take my sick kids and all their germs into the public like that.
so they are sick of being home.
they are sick of looking at me.
and i dont know anything i can do to help them.
i have to give them the meds. the meds are helping them get better.
but i dont enjoy the other effects of the meds, not one bit.
lacee is at a friends house. she spent the night there last night. i miss her so much, she has been on the go all week long. it is spring break and since we didnt go anywhere, i dont mind letting her spend the night with friends. typically we would have her friends over here as well, but not with the boys sick. but its probably best for lacee that she isnt here right now. she loves and adores her brothers, and gets so beside herself when she cant comfort and console them. this constant screaming, crying, unhappy bunch would break her little heart.