Hitting the Snooze Button
Today was disaster. Shawn and Scarlett have colds - miserable colds. Nevin has no excuse, but he had the kind of morning where he pushed his sister. I say "push", but for accuracy's sake, let's just call it a hip check. Scarlett was so sick that after seeing left over pizza - which was more than she could bare - she annouced "me no lunch" with a whimper, flopped on the couch and passed out cold in two minutes flat.
We were all at each other. If life was a Charlie Brown comic strip, the rain cloud was situated directly over the Warner Residence.
Then after lunch, this happened:
I hit the reset button. We slept. I didn't wake up to the kids whispering and laughing downstairs; Shawn did. I woke up to him saying "I told you so." I got up in a huff, contemplating sending the hounds -- that's polite speak for "monsters" -- up to him, whilst I nestled in for a dreamless slumber in some corner in the basement. Instead, kindly, I shut the door, turned on some white noise, and let him sleep.
Two hours later, he woke up and thanked me. Some people just need a little more snooze.
We were all at each other. If life was a Charlie Brown comic strip, the rain cloud was situated directly over the Warner Residence.
Then after lunch, this happened:
I hit the reset button. We slept. I didn't wake up to the kids whispering and laughing downstairs; Shawn did. I woke up to him saying "I told you so." I got up in a huff, contemplating sending the hounds -- that's polite speak for "monsters" -- up to him, whilst I nestled in for a dreamless slumber in some corner in the basement. Instead, kindly, I shut the door, turned on some white noise, and let him sleep.
Two hours later, he woke up and thanked me. Some people just need a little more snooze.
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