Last night and this morning felt like we were answering the infamous Shakespearean question, "To be, or not to be..." Awake? Asleep? Happy? Grumpy?
We thought we'd just let the evening flow and see where it took us. Putting kids to bed before they're tired is just plain lunacy. They eventually all dropped like flies within 30 minutes of each other and all mid-activity. Mairyn was practicing creative somersaults into a pile of pillows and, well, who wouldn't fall asleep in a pile of pillows? Jacqui was the next to succumb to sleeping bliss; she had draped herself over the footstool and face-planted right into Dr. Seuss. Grant was in the act of changing into p.j.'s; got his shirt on but sat down on the bed to begin the pants and just flopped over. We did lead Eliza in the direction of bed with the pretense that she could read in bed until she felt sleepy. I went to dig out her latest novel and when I got back, she too, was asleep.
We all slept ALL night. We ALL slept until 10:30 am. (went to bed at 9:30-10pm) Except for Spencer. The kids & I seem to be on the same flow, but Spence is off. Even though the first day back, we all did the same thing; didn't nap the first evening, bed at the same time, get up at the same time, but yesterday afternoon, Spencer did take an afternoon nap while none of us indulged. Spence was up at 3am & left for work around 7am. How interesting.
Today was a struggle just to function. A perfect day for vegging on the couch and watching movies, reading or playing games.
Grant at Harris Beach in Oregon. Can't wait to put up pics of the a-mazing family vacation we had.
Well, shave my head and call me Sinead; I'm blogging two days in a row. It feels *so* nice to be back in my own home. A place for everything and everything in it's place. My bed. My desk. My pots & pans. My car. Mine mine mine, it's all mine!
We all slept through the night; but that's not too surprising. The first night back is usually like that. What was amazing was that nobody took a nap today and nobody turned all Oscar the Grouch! All are bathed, fed and starting a game of hide & go seek. I'm not sure the last activity is very evening approved, so let me go throw some water on that fire.
Ok, I'm back & wrapping this bad boy up. We're going to play a new game on the PS3 called 'Portal 2'. It's awesome. I'll have to extoll the virtues of this game at a later date. Here is my current favorite YouTube video.
"And though you say your heart isn't drifting, drifting ... " Harry Connick Jr. (I've had this song stuck in my head all day.)
Well, we're back. What exactly is the protocol on how to feel when you return to your house after being gone for 3 1/2 months? Especially when you weren't planning on being gone in the first place. It's not like going away for the summer, that's for sure.
When you pack your bags, you usually have a date of when you'll be returning. That wasn't the case when we left the day before St. Patrick's.
I'm feeling a bit sheepish for forgetting things like my phone number (home & mobile); the password on my desktop pc (which I have now, obviously, remembered). It is a strange mix of discovery & familiarity. Kind of like Alice through the Looking Glass. It's the same, but it's not.
Jacqueline already fell asleep in her eggs tonight. They all declared starvation at about 9:30 pm, so we made a modge podge of breakfast stuff-for-dinner; eggs, toast, cereal, pancakes. (i'll share my secret for fast pancakes soon). Her head was on the table before her egg was done. They all managed to get some nutrients into their bellies and are now snoozing soundly. It's a false sense of security, though. The first night is the easiest and sometimes you can power through & maintain some normalcy on the 2nd night, but the 3rd night, whoa, watch out. We'll be falling asleep at 4pm and ready to party at 1am! Pancakes and eggs anyone?
