Summertime was great, wasn’t it?
No school, no waking up at 6-ish to drive everyone everywhere.
The kids napped for sure on Fridays, because they’d stay up super late Friday nights. It was (still is) movie night, popcorn night, and spend time with daddy night, since he usually isn’t home until their bedtime on most nights.
I miss those naps. I miss sleeping in on Fridays because I didn’t have to work, and the kids didn’t have school….and we could be lazy until like 8:30am!
I loved summer time naps. I’d get the kids settled in my bed, sitting next to them with my trusty Kindle. On the perfect day, windows would be open, and a slight breeze might blow in now and then. Sometimes I’d sneak out when they fell asleep, and do important grown up stuff like laundry, dishes, washing floors.
Other days, I would sit there with them and read until they woke up. Savoring the quiet, lazy feeling of just sitting still. It’s not done a whole lot around here.
So guess what happened today?
Slept through the alarm, woke up after 7am. Panicked a minute. Decided to take a mental health day. Kept the kindergartener home (don’t judge me). Spent the morning playing with our baby cousin, then drove home.
Both kids fell asleep in the car.
I carried them upstairs one at a time. (Very difficult)
And now… here I sit, in the glorious quiet of a perfect Friday afternoon.