I think about things.

November 13th, 2009

Right.  So, my kid has to have a nap.  I think I have told you this before, but if not–if he does not get a nap by six PM he makes everyone around him wish they were on a different continent.   He HATES napping because it is valuable time he could be doing things like not listening, refusing to eat food not covered in chocolate, or taking apart everything we own  (he took apart my hairdryer yesterday).  Like any good mother would–I trick him into falling asleep in the afternoon.

First, I put on his resting music (Enya), then I shut the door and drop his shade and lie on his bed with him reading the most boring books he owns.  I tell him he does not have to sleep; but, he does have to lie still and rest his muscles.   He USUALLY falls asleep on my arm while I read.

Problem?  He is asleep on my arm.  I move-he wakes up.   He wakes up-world stops rotating by six.   This means for at least an hour each day I am in his bed holding a sweetly sleeping preschooler.  I am not complaining about this, in fact it is one of my favorite parts of the day.   However, when I am lying there I think about things.  Important things.   Like:

I think it is ridiculous  Glee got bumped for two weeks for some stupid baseball game.    I think Kurt and Sue are my favorite Glee characters–and I know so after this weeks episode.  I think I am officially a Gleek.

I think the pictures I took of kids in the big pile of leaves today turned out really well, even if leaves fell out of my undies when I went to the bathroom earlier.

I think my husband needs to figure out where the smell in our garage/office is coming from so he can quit working on my dining room table.  I think the smell is from where something evil died an evil death and now is making an evil stank.

I think BiL needs to marry this chick in my OES chapter.  They are made for each other, and as soon as they meet I am sure they will live happily ever after.

I think this was a really interesting article which crosses party lines, sorta and makes some good points.

I think I need to start seriously taking care of  Christmas gifts and cards.

I think his head is really heavy.

I think my arm is asleep.

I think I wish I were asleep.

I think…zzzzzzzzzz.

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  1. grammy on November 14, 2009 10:05 am

    I recall when I putting you and your brother down I would frequently and deliberately yawn while reading or singing to get you to become more drowsy. It seemed to work. When we had him last weekend he wanted to talk about things once all tucked in. Once he rolled over and fell asleep mid sentence remembering a story.

    I think alot myself before falling to sleep. Its because its the only time that we are still and not busy. I believe it can be productive use of time. Now, I confess the things I thing about are different–I’ve never seen Glee. But, my thoughts are scattered in the same way as yours.

  2. MMIL on November 14, 2009 8:53 pm

    All I could think to myself today as I was laying beside TheGrandson (aka TheSon) was, “don’t fall asleep, don’t fall asleep, get up as soon as he’s asleep, don’t fall asleep”.

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