I just can't take it anymore.
The air stings your lungs when you breathe. Getting gas requires long underwear. Boogers freeze inside your nose in a matter of milliseconds.
To make matters worse, I am not THAT mom who has all the fantastic paper crafts for the kids to work on where they can use Popsicle sticks and glitter to create a diorama depicting a snow-scape complete with woolly mammoths and a Spiderman action figure dressed up as their mother still wearing her yoga pants and yesterday's eyeliner. I'm the mom who lets my kids rot their brains all day long with Curious George cartoons, Wreck It Ralph on the Wii, and about two thousand PIXAR movies.
Now this guy has the right idea. Curled up on a fuzzy blanket and giving the stink-eye to the evil person who dares disturb his slumber. That sounds glorious, doesn't it?
When is the last time you had a NAP? That is one thing I remember fondly from the days I only had one child. When Isaiah was a baby, I was a huge fan of the whole "sleep when the baby sleeps" mentality and I napped often. It was the only way I could survive the long nights full of nursing and walking and more nursing and rocking and more nursing. What nobody tells you is that one the second child shows up, that whole concept gets thrown right out the window. That second child becomes incredibly skilled at waking up at the exact moment you land on the couch with a satisfied sigh after laying the baby down in his crib with ninja-like skill. Sorry mama. No nap for you!
Wait!! I remember the last time I took a nap! It was when I was in a hotel. Traveling alone.
If you need me, I'll be checked into the Holiday Inn in the next town.
I'm sure the kids will be fine while I'm gone.
Yup. They've got this under control.
Hiding under my fuzzy blanket,