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?
Saturday, November 29, 2008
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The food section in Walmart knocks me out every time. After walking through it I need a major dose of caffeine. It's bizarre.
Nobody—That is a little weird.
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!
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.
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