After Baby J decided that she was perfectly comfortable sleeping throughout the night at the wonderful age of one, gifting me with a fairly normal sleeping routine, I shifted my work patterns so that I could write and exercise in the morning. Over the course of a couple of weeks, I trained myself to get into my bed, tired or otherwise, at 10 o'clock, and set my alarm to ring 5 am. It worked, and I became in my mind, the most productive person on this side of my suburban neighborhood.
That is, until summer began. And all he*( broke loose. All of a sudden, I have at least one stray child wandering my hallways and looking through the refrigerator and cupboards, scavenging for something - food, crayons, food, books, and more food. By the end of the day, they might as well have been looking for my sanity, who runs away from me and hides itself in my secret chocolate stash.
I am totally serious.
My children are never tired on these long summer days. Or at the very least never tired at the same time. This makes for a logistical nightmare, since Baby J calls me from her crib as soon as she hears my fingers on the keyboard, never mind that I am typing ever. so. delicately. And poor Jillian Michaels - I haven't had any time for her at all. The moment I turn on the television downstairs I hear the pitter-pitter of not so little feet.
But right now, dear Internets, my dearest wonderful friends, it is so, so quiet. Because my goal of wearing these four wonderful children of mine worked today.
...And the other three are under their quilts as well, with all of them except Baby J (who is in her crib) strewn about on a random floor in my house. I dare not even try to do the dishes or fold laundry, I'm not a fool over here! I'm going to continue to sit my wishing-to-be-a-J.Lo-backside on my chair and I am going to enjoy this peace and quiet.
Have a great afternoon!!!
