Now, this was nice


So, this morning went smoothly, I didn’t fall asleep at work (though it was a possibility, I’ve been so tired lately! bah!), and I came home and got a 45 minute nap before I picked up the girls. It was pouring this morning, so I had promised to pick them up after school, thinking it would still be raining. But it wasn’t. And the temps were finally almost to Spring levels rather than late fall temps.

I was still tired after picking up the girls, so I went back to bed and let them watch  little TV. They promised to do homework at their dad’s house, and he promised to actually take them tonight, so it would all work out. I ended up dozing off, so they got a little bit more TV than I planned. Oops! We did chat for a while about Pokemon before their dad picked them up. I’ve learned far more than I ever wanted to about Pokemon over the years. Did you know that there’s a Call Me Maybe parody with all Pokemon names? Don’t google it. It’ll get stuck in your head. The “Get Baptized Maybe” parody is the one I’ve heard more than the original, so that’s what gets stuck in my head.

I was successful in getting Hufflepuff to make her own dinner (omelet), The Chosen One made his pizza, and I had some ravioli. I (finally) came to the realization that I tend to feel better if I eat rather than if I just bring food to work and not eat it. Interesting. That’s a total DUH moment, but I’m not always the sharpest tool in the belt.

The Chosen One and I had a lovely little pseudo-date night watching a couple episodes of The Daily Show while we ate. It was nice! Reminded me of our life before we got married and moved into a house together! You know, when we actually saw each other and spent time without children constantly around us.

Then I got some help from The Chosen One bringing the mattress down from the attic, and I set up a little bed/fort for The Bonus Child in the Library. He seemed happy about it when he came over. The Chosen One wasn’t asleep yet, so they had a little chat, too. And as long as the boxes of books don’t crush The Bonus Child in his sleep, we’ll all be happy in the morning.

Now I have succeeded in enjoying time with my husband, had a little time with my kids, read scriptures, done prayers, and blogged, so now I can reward myself with some sleep. Yay, sleep!