Normally, our afternoons are insane. Pure madhouse action, really. If I dare to pee for any longer than 60 seconds Monkey will put hand soap in his hair and color on the underside of the table (where Mommy will NEVER find it!), Baby Bug will fall, bash her head on something, and then discover a plastic morsel to shove into her mouth (which of course she does), and The Bean will-no matter how much or little she has slept-wake up with a DIRE NEED. You can tell it's a DIRE NEED by the way she is screaming.
Aaah, such is life with three little ones. Needless to say I look forward to Hubby's days off, where he can stay and we can spread the insanity around a little. Today was supposed to be one of those days, but he got called in. There was no small amount of disappointment on my side (okay, I completely pouted) but we need the money so I put on my big girl underoos and prepared myself for a day of chaos.
Sometimes your children pleasantly surprise you. Do you know what we have been doing this afternoon?
I mean, the kids have. Yes, Baby Bug and The Bean do have regular nap times, but I hardly expect them to actually sleep at those times! [Everyone knows "nap" is code for "please stay in your room and cause as much destruction as humanly possible within your allotted time".]
But that's just what the girls have been doing this afternoon-for three whole hours. I am a horrible mother, as I have no intention of waking them up. Not for nursing, not for lunch, not for nothin'. Schedule be darned-let those cute little babies sleep and let Mommy get some peace.
Monkey has been especially good today as well. His main focus today has been on making signs. All sorts of signs-traffic signs, warning signs, and check lists. Here's the best one:
Allow me to interpret. UAS means "US" (use) "A" (a). When he feels he does not have enough room to write he gets creative about placement. The box below (representative of the empty Costco box of diapers) is clearly meant to be used as a car (see, it's carefully labeled). The giant box to the left with the check mark on it? Well, that clearly signifies that I-unbeknownst to me-have approved this venture. He came up to me and said, "See, Mommy? This sign says it's okay." No further explaination needed.
Don't get me wrong, he still put hand soap in his hair today (I will never figure out his facination with that) but overall the children have been sweet, easy, and unconscious most of the day.
Thank God for small miracles.