My gratitude for my husband knew no bounds yesterday when he offered up a chunk of time for me -- just me. He made it possible for me to enjoy several hours of uninterrupted Mommy Time. Not only did he care for our children all by himself, but he did the dishes -- all by himself. He spoke my language. My cup runneth over.
But I paid for it. Now dear reader, I implore you to understand, I am not complaining, just stating my observations of the unavoidable laws of nature at work. Such as:
*The more poor choices made in food consumption "on the go" is directly proportionate to the heartburn experienced following said choices. I won't elaborate, let's just say that the double cheeseburger is dead to me now.
*The time spent for mommy is directly proportionate to the time that must be spent in recompense to her children once she returns.
*Any inequality of time between children will not go unnoticed by middle child who will immediately awaken from a deep state of slumber and request immediate reparations.
*Two or more wriggling bodies trying to occupy the same space at the same time will create serious challenges to the person holding them. Especially when all involved should be actively pursuing sleep.
*The urge to indulge in creativity is inversely proportionate to the ability and/or opportunity to fulfill that need.
Each of these basic laws of nature came together to confound the weary and slightly nauseous. At 3:30am. That's when I found myself on our recliner holding Mark and Cherie and not sleeping. No, I sat untangling legs, avoiding the occasional elbow to the chest and mentally constructing a post that all four of you can probably relate to in some shape or form.
Anyone else want to relate their recent run-ins with the basic laws of nature? Just so long as no one mentions a double cheeseburger. . . Please.