Yesterday afternoon after the Original Boo and I put the girls down for their naps, something crazy happened! There were no warnings that anything out of the ordinary was on the horizon. As usual Little Boo and I snuggled in bed while daddy and Princess Rapunzel relaxed on the couch, both girls having their milk. This is our pre-sleep routine. I always put LB into her bed and then go meet PR in her room to sing her Rainbow Connection. She cannot sleep without hearing Rainbow Connection. The notion is completely preposterous to her and would not be entertained. Anyhow, I sang her song to her, kissed her goodnight, wished her a good sleep and made my exit, pulling her door shut ever so slowly to savor the soft sound of a couple hours of kid-free freedom. I had a long list of to-do’s to accomplish during this nap, especially since we had a play date scheduled for today which meant that my house could not look like it had been hit by a tornado. I needed to get it looking more like a small windstorm had hit it. Or something. If anyone knows the age cutoff for your kids when you can no longer shrug when people come into your house and act like this chaotic mess either just happened, or that you don’t notice it, please let me know. I like to use a hypnosis tactic on my guests where I stare intently into their eyes thinking, “This house is so clean. Are you wondering how I have time to keep it so clean? And organized?” This also works well because I keep their gaze locked onto mine and don’t let it wander off to the living room floor which looks like a toy war took place and no one has come through to pick up the fallen soldiers. Feel free to try this. You’re welcome.
Let’s get back to business. Kids are in beds, the final door has been shut, as it latches the sound of freedom rings out through the hallway, there was a play date on the docket and I needed to shove stuff into closets and spray Lysol on things. I peeked into the living room to see if the Original Boo was in there. I didn’t see him, so I went to our bedroom to grab the monitors. There was an OB-shaped bump in our bed. There he was, all comfy and cozy, tucked in under the covers! This looked awfully enticing. As a mom of two little ones with the added responsibility of a career outside the home, I am always feeling like I need to be doing something. Cleaning something, cooking something, washing something, folding something (Haha – did you like how I threw that in there? Ain’t nobody got time for that.), organizing something, playing with the kids, bathing the kids, reading to the kids, crafting with the kids, the list goes on… This particular Saturday afternoon, a whole lotta nothing was calling my name!
We decided to cozy up and watch Arrested Development on Netflix. Halfway through the second episode that I played, we were both asleep. I pushed aside the thought of a thousand princesses that needed to be picked up off the floor, pulled out of various drawers, bowls and cabinets, have their hair brushed, both shoes located, tiaras straightened and outfits properly put on and let myself drift off to dreamland. We woke up about two hours later, ordered some take out and had a late lunch with the girls when they woke up.
I stayed up a little later than I would have liked to, turning my house into a place that the girls would not recognize when they woke up. Everything was neat, clean and in its place. And I felt happy and refreshed. Because sometimes you just need to take a nap. (And that’s totally ok.)