George is a quiet child, he only says a few words… Hi, Papa, cheese, and he signs most everything else… but today his silence was LOUD.
It called me to come take a nap with him. There he was, sleeping, in my bed, taking his real afternoon nap in maybe a week? If we dare put him in the car in the late afternoon, he’ll sleep then. Of course that makes bedtime a disaster.
And if he stays awake through the afternoon, he’s cranky, cranky, cranky from just the moment Brian gets home from school-school until he falls asleep in tears as I get Danny ready for bed.
But last night he slept restlessly, he has a sinus infection and a fever… so this morning we didn’t go to speech therapy, we stayed home and rocked in the blue chair and ate crackers while we watched Dora. I decided not to worry about all the crumbs in the upholstery.
Right after lunch, right on schedule, (the OLD schedule…) he fell asleep. I put him in bed and resolved to attack the pile that grows under the kitchen window. Just as soon as I checked my email 🙂 . You know. One thing led to another, and I ended up here.
That was it. The pile under the window? Or climbing in with George?
Kitchen pile ZERO, George ONE.
Mama, infinitely blessed.