Saturday, November 29, 2008

I'm like a modern day Sleeping Beauty

Sometimes I swear there is a steady stream of sleeping gas being piped into our house each evening. It happens around 6 o'clock. Dinner is in our bellies, the TV is off, the house has a slight chill to it (in an effort to keep the gas bill down). Next thing I know, I'm sleeping—fully clothed—on whatever surface allows me to stretch out (the bed, the couch, the floor).

All it really takes is climbing into bed for story time with the boys and a handful of books. By the time JQ gets to that last line in Goodnight Moon, I'm out. It's just so comforting. A tiny body pressed up against me, a little heart rhythmically beating out a slumber cadence. It's my own personal brand of lethargy kryptonite.

And you know what? I don't really mind. If it wasn't for the fact that JQ would harass me to no end, I might just go bed at 8 o'clock every once in a while. Know what I mean?


Nobody™ said...

The food section in Walmart knocks me out every time. After walking through it I need a major dose of caffeine. It's bizarre.

❉ pixie ❉ said...

Nobody—That is a little weird.

Vegas Princess said...

I love naps. There is something so sweet about them. And if I had a little munchkin to cuddle of my own I would be dozing all the time too!

❉ pixie ❉ said...

VP—He makes it really hard to not want to lay down every afternoon next to him. Too bad that's when I'm supposed to be productive.