This morning has been blissful. Why? Because my spawn and I have only been out of bed for ten minutes. They may have been awake, but they certainly did not scream and cry to get up. For the first time in....heck, who knows how long, my spawn let me sleep in! This is remarkable for two reasons. The first, is that my oldest came into my room this morning and I guess decided to lay down in my bed. But she didn't jump or scream that it was time to get up. I vaguely remember her asking me if I was listening to Harry Potter (because I listen to audio books at night). This not only makes me proud, it kind of makes me laugh. My 3-about-to-be-4 year old LOVES Harry Potter, just like her mama. So when she laid down in my bed this morning, she had grabbed some cereal to munch on and then curled up to listen to Harry Potter. This was a new experience for her that seems to have entertained her almost as much as it does me. Tears of happiness folks, pure pride. My daughter is a nerd like me!
The second reason this morning is remarkable is because my children haven't had a really GOOD nap in approximately, eternity. Ok, I'm exaggerating. 1 day of hell does not eternity make. It just feels like it. After the crazy ball park experiences this week I went to bed each night thinking they are exhausted, this is the day they will sleep in. I guess this time I was right!
What does this mean for the rest of my day? Well since we didn't crawl out to see the world until 10:15, an 11:45 naptime will not exist. Plus it's Friday. Which means when Daddy gets home, it's 3 whole days of Daddy time. So we will probably not take a nap today. We will clean!
Oh yes, this well rested Mama Bear is turning slave driver. We're going to turn the music up and clean. There is a system in this household. When the phone gets plugged up, and the music blared loud, something better be accomplished today. Because we only blare out music if we mean business. Do my 3 and 2 yr old get it? Yes, they do. They understand that if they aren't cleaning, they are DANCING. Dancing out of Mommy's way, where I can't trip on them and then be forced to threaten their lives. It's a beautiful and amusing process. People have walked in and out of our home on music days, and they are baffled. We dance. We REALLY dance. They stand (or sit) and just stare. Who are these crazy creatures dancing barefoot around the house to music that came out when I was in high school? Because it's just not fun if it's not the good music, and frankly half the crap I hear these days does nothing to compare to what I listened to at my Prom. Sad, but true.
So ladies, and gents, if you are out there and reading, slightly bemused. You should drive by my house today, and listen close, to hear faintly playing all the way out to the street some Weezer, or Usher, maybe even some Taylor Swift. That's how you will know that it is a productive day, and you should silently cheer me on in my quest to clean and yes, even, dance.
This is exactly my plan for the day since Mark was off yesterday and this weekend. Music is a must when cleaning.
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