Naptime

With Thanksgiving tomorrow, I've been trying to write about things that I am thankful for.  Healthy, sweet babies.  Wonderful grandparents. 

The day to day grind of Mommyhood can be tedious.  It is easy to get bogged down and work weary.  I try to check myself and to have a thankful heart, not just this time of year, but always.

When I can't hear myself think because of the loud screaming in the car, I try to be thankful for those three sets of healthy lungs.  When the messy kitchen gets me down, I try to be thankful for the abundance of food that we enjoy.   When I'm drowning in laundry, I try to be thankful that my husband has a job and we can afford to put clothes on five people. That we have a washer and dryer that work, running water...  the list goes on and on.

One thing that I am eternally thankful for, might seem like a very small thing.  But to me, it is monumental.  And I am thankful, thankful, thankful.

It is called...  Naptime.

I am so thankful for naptime.

These little people need it so much.  Who needs it most?

This one?

This one?



Yes.  Those sweet little dumplings need that naptime.

But do you know who needs it most of all???

That's right.  You see where I'm going with this.

ME.

Yes.  I love my babies.  I love them so much that I tear up at how long their eyelashes are.  I think it's cute when they unroll an entire roll of toilet paper onto the floor.  I do not flinch when they cover every inch of themselves in mud.  I want them to help me make pancakes, even though it takes longer and is three times as messy.  I think that they are brilliant.  Beautiful.  Spectacular.  Wonderful.

But if I don't get one hour of relative peace, a little break from my treasures, my precious gifts, my babies that I love above all of God's wondrous blessings...  well.  let's just say it's not pretty.

NOT PRETTY, FRIENDS.

ahhh...  an hour.  I'll settle for 30 minutes if it's that kind of a day.  Just me, and a cup of joe.  and maybe a cookie.  Makes me happy and sane again.

Builds a little birdhouse in my soul.

Helps me be almost human.

A better wife and mother.

*And on a side note...  if you see me in the upcoming weeks, and I sigh and complain about saddlebags, mention how hard it is to loose the baby weight the third time around...  Just nod sympathetically.

DO NOT. 

 I repeat, do not mention the above photo of the chocolate chip cookie tower.

Because I will not think about it, I will not warn you, I will not hesitate. 

I will immediately kung-fu chop you in the throat right then and there.  I will not apologize.  I might even do it again.  Three times if the baby has kept me up all night.

It's okay if you are making a face like this.  I'm used to it.

So.  Now that you know that...

Let's recap.

Thankful, thankful, thankful...  I love my babies...  Hooray for naptime...  Kung-fu chop.

Yup.  That covers it.

Happy Thanksgiving, ya'll.

That Crazy Lady