Wanna know sumthin scary that happened? It doesn't happen very often, in fact just about never. It's so rare that if I didn't record it here on my blog for the whole world to see, I wouldn't believe it actually happened.
The dog even got in on the episode. I'm telling you, it was creepy. And yes, the Christmas quilts are still being used on the beds. Because like my 6yo says, "If there's snow on the ground then it's still Christmas!" Oh, if only I had that optimistic view of winter.
These here eyeballs, they witnessed the whole thing. Ready? Brace yourself, it's scary, rare and may never be recorded on this blog again.
This kid..... he's sleeping....on the couch. And not just this kid....
This one too. This never, ever, not, never, no, nope, happens.And what's better is that minutes earlier I was wedged in that teensy weensy spot between Ike's head and Levi's butt. I know. It was tight. I should win some sort of contortionist award for getting out of there without pulling a muscle or waking them up.
What the heck am I supposed to do in a quiet house?
Muhaw-haw-haw-haw. I could think of a thing or two. And guess what?I didn't get interrupted with a bazillion questions and I didn't have to listen to this one prattling on for hours and hours narrating his every move for us to hear. "Mom, Mom, MOM! I'm sitting at the table coloring on a piece of paper, paper, paper, la, la, la, color, color, color...." or like now, he's sitting behind me on my chair while I type playing with a cell phone that I have to occasionally hold and say, "Yes, Hello, please stop calling me, I'm busy!" to satisfy him. Good Lord, thank you for that tiny moment of peace and serenity.