I finished up dinner and as many dishes as I could with the light burned out.
I made a mad dash through rooms and straightened and tossed and then hit both bathrooms with a good cleaning. I was speedy.
I couldn't wait for the kids' bedtime so that I could be by myself and watch Project Runway all by myself and fold five loads of laundry I'd saved up just for it. All by myself.
Only a couple minutes into my show, just as I had sat down on my floor with a salad and my laundry, Gray appeared. I can't get much to sleep. I sent him downstairs to Daddy and he was back immediately. Wouldn't go to bed and now he was eyeing my salad. Like I can refuse a child some salad?
I so desperately wanted him to go away so that I could watch my show uninterrupted because he can't just sit there and eat salad but instead eats AND talks when I am TRYING TO HEAR TIM GUNN.
But he was so cute. (Gray, not Tim Gunn. Well, Tim Gunn is cute in a Tim Gunn way.)
I decided to let him hang out with me and soon he had brought his pillow and blankets and I glance over and he's asleep on my floor.
There was a moment later that I sat there and just stared at him. Studied his big eyelashes and the way his nose perks and I swear I saw him aging right there in his sleep. I saw it all.
They make me want to run away and they make me lose my breath Oh God I don't want to imagine life without them.
I scooped him up and put him in his bed.
And I snuggled in with Ivy and couldn't get enough.
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