After tennis--my girl started tennis lessons this morning--we came home and played for a little bit. The babe was over due for his nap. He went down easy peasy lemon squeezy.
I made lunch. Spicy chicken wings for the boy and left over pizza for the girl.
My cupboards are looking a little bare, but I REFUSE to run to the store until I absolutely must. And I've got lovely things for dinner for the next few days, and okay things for breakfast....and mediocre things for lunch. Mediocre if your name is Mom. Which mine is...so I had yogurt mixed with Kashi's answer to shredded wheat. You know what? It was lackluster.
I ate it.
I got full in the belly, but not in the mind. Do you know what I mean? It didn't do anything for me. I like a few bells and whistles.
So I started eyeballing the kids plates.
And you know what?
They cleaned them today....save for a scrap of chicken and 1/3 piece of pizza.
Once the bigs were done with lunch, they went to play. I reminded them that it was IMPERATIVE to be QUIET so as not to wake the sleeper.
Cue the herd of buffalo.
Right outside the sleeper's door, on their way to play Polly Pockets and G.I Joe.
At this point, I was laying on the couch. Holding my breath. Would he keep sleeping? This was my moment. Would a twenty minute nap be too much to ask?
I choked back a tear and swallowed my urge to growl angrily at the buffalo.
My nolongersleeping-er snuggled with me on the couch. Then Daddy came home for lunch. And I lost my snuggler. But not my spot on the couch.
Daddy stepped in so I could lay motionless for 4 minutes.
I dreamed about second nap time. Second nap time is coming.
And is here now.
And now today is a good day.
Because it isn't yesterday. When I got to shampoo the carpet and a piece of furniture. Because of a diaper.