The Napless Nap
On Saturday afternoon I tried reinstituting The Nap because the night before we had all enjoyed a late and raucous evening watching “Shark Boy and Lava Girl” (a campy movie my kids loved).
Thinking all he needed was a little encouragement I laid down with Zack trying to psych him to sleep. But my eyelids were so heavy they became blinking hazards and when I did manage to open them my eyes would cross. I’m sure my wiz kid was onto me. I'm sure he was thinking to himself, She’s almost out. Just a li-ttle bit longer and I. will. be. free.
Fifteen minutes later I awoke in a panic. His bed was empty and I couldn’t hear him nearby. Knowing that without anyone standing between him and the great beyond (the Hub was running errands and my other two were playing in the backyard) I ran to the front. He was sitting on the street corner in his diaper and a t-shirt, his Elmo trick or treat bucket full of Disney Cars in his lap. My heart was in my throat seeing how absolutely adorable, and snatchable, he was.
The ways in which I am blessed could be listed on a scroll of paper that wraps around the moon twice.
The Library Brawl
Now this wouldn’t be on my moon list, but it tops the list of things I’ll laugh about later.
After finding Zack on the corner and determining that there would be no Saturday naps, I rounded everyone up for a trip to the library. By that time it was about 3:30 and we were all feeling the napless strain. But we pressed onward with excitement (our library has a fish pond inside—a must-see each time we enter). Kaleb found a Spiderman comic, Zack found both an Elmo movie and a picture book and Leah danced through the isles in an elaborate Easter dress and her clicky church shoes. Zack went to share his spoils with Leah who, seeing his enthusiasm, must have thought he was coming to pummel her with both. She ran from him squealing, her clicky shoes especially loud in the easy reader section. Zack thought it was game and tried even harder to catch her. By the time I reached them they were in a pile on the floor; Zack had fistfuls of Leah’s hair, and Leah was in full-freak mode with her head back, her mouth open and..nothing. That is, until she caught her breath.
Everyone in the children section watched as I pulled Leah and Zack to their feet, slung the book bag over my shoulder and proceeded to checkout.
My children had just participated in their first public brawl. And I’m choosing to blame it on The Nap Crusade. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it…
And so ends this sad little series, “Yep, this is my life.” Just a sampling of events that happened at my house over one weekend.