I was lying down on the couch, watching the Cowboys-Browns game, trying to decide whether to call in sick to work the next day. It was really comfy and I just meant to close my eyes for a moment. Really, I have no idea where the sound stupor came from. And I guess I shouldn’t even call it that, because I could still half-hear the girls around me. It was like my mommy-centered subconscious was plucking random sound-samplings and delivering them to my brain so I could decide when I needed to haul myself back up to some semblance of consciousness.
Apparently, at some point my exhaustion held a coup, because when I heard Bee ask over and over and over to go potty, my subconscious told me to ignore her and she’d stop asking. I kept dozing. I knew Gracie had just gone potty and Bee was likely just mimicking her. Bee eventually found me on the couch and started patting my cheek. “Go potty,” she whined, for the hundredth time. My eyes fluttered open for a second. And sweet mother mary and the baby jesus I was up off that couch so fast!!!
Things that will inject some life into you, no matter how close to death you feel: opening your eyes to see your two-year-old standing in front of you buck naked.
She was fine, the carpet was fine (more importantly), and I did not suffer the usual hangover from taking a short nap. Nope, a quick shot of adrenaline straight to your heart cures you of that every time. And that, my dears, is why mothers do not nap.
Tags: children, health, motherhood
September 8, 2008 at 12:04 pm |
Bwahahahahaha! Hilarious!
June 29, 2011 at 7:12 pm |
[...] There was once a time before Bee was potty-trained and my carpets lived in fear. [...]