I took my butt to bed at 10pm last night. I was so sleepy I could hardly read to the girls. They groaned, when I dogged-earred the page of their short, but long for ages 3 and 5, detective mystery; even though they intially said they understood and I could stop reading when I got tired. Little liars. I skipped bathtime, because I had pulled off a miraculous dinner—again. Miraculous meaning I was able to cook at all. And this after taking them outside because 48 degrees and sunshine felt warm, a day or two after 18 degrees and snow. I forgot I had a cold, but we were all bundled up and it only lasted about 20 minutes. Hopefully no one will suffer. They were so happy too. But more about that later. So I did what I don’t usually do and I skipped bathtime while instructing Eric to "get his son." Orion had to have a bath due to peeing on himself earlier. We are potty training heavily and I like using training pants. To me, it’s just not the same unless you can feel the wetness on your own bottom and then realize what I mean when I say, GO POTTY. I clean him up each time and get him dry but a good bath is always in order after what I call "peeing-up." The kids and even Eric use this term. I chuckle at my power to make up very useful phrases for the whole house. That’s the extent of my power sometimes. Anyhow, I went to bed and dreamed of President Obama plus some other stuff that was on my mind. But when Eric’s alarm went off at 5:30am, I thought I may as well get up too. My head still hurts a bit, due to the cold but I’m here. I am going to try this as many days as possible.
I thought to myself, if you’re going to pursue this writing girl, you better hop to it. Take advantage of sleeping babies and just do it! Of course the girls have both come to my bedroom (cause that’s where my tiny vanity-turned-writing desk is located with laptop ‘pon top). Lainey had a bad dream at 5:55am, Lauren had paper in her bed which scared her when she stirred at 6:00 am. I tucked them both back in, but now Lauren has returned at 7:35am and is now asleep in my bed. Hey, gotta do what I gotta to keep writing. I think they can smell me when I’m awake or something. Funniest thing was Lainey recognizing that it was pitch black outside and asking where was Daddy. When I told her he had gone to work she said authoritatively, "What’s Daddy doing at work in the night?" Just like a grown woman. So I explained while assuring her Daddy probably wants to get a jump on his work. But the more likely story is Daddy worked all week and is planning to leave at a resonable hour today and go shopping. I know him.
Yesterday was so phenomenal because my children were the most well behaved that I have ever witnessed. I had to take them with me to my doctor’s appointment. Thank Jesus that I didn’t need an exam (this is my Gyn, I’m talking about) I only needed a consultation. Still I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. So this must surely be documented. I read them one book, Green Eggs and Ham, then all three children simply read magazines the whole time. Surely the angel of God must have sushed them as I handled my business. We waited for 15 minutes and I talked with the Dr. for 10. Wish this could happen everywhere we go. It ended with me getting my blood drawn and showing them all how mommy takes a needle like a big girl. It’s always good to walk the walk, instead of being all talk. For the record, that needle hurt and it did sting for a while after we left. Since I call myself a pro, you must suspect that I bribed the children with lollipops. Had them in my purse the whole time. And they received those treats as we waited for the elevator going down. I didn’t even take a stroller in with me. Now that is the Lord! Praise him!