After being so rudely awakened (see previous post!), I really never went back to sleep. That was bad news because I had stayed up until about 1:00 working on my thesis. (6 more pages...yay! Only about 4 hours of sleep...boo!)
So, we were out of the house pretty early to handle life.
Quick stop at the ATM,
off to the farmer's market for flowers, tomatoes, and peaches,
home to drop off our farmer's market purchases,
home to put groceries away and have lunch,
a little house cleaning...
At which point, I was getting cranky.
A caffeinated brown soda would have helped immensely, but I gave those up about 6 weeks ago.
(I had one yesterday while dressed like a cow. It was wonderful, but I'm not going back on the daily habit!)
Tired, cranky, and the beginning of a headache never make a good combination.
Add to that "What can I do, Momma?" with all my suggestions being turned down...
I could see things going down hill
So I did what all good moms do--
I pitched a...
Right in the middle of the living room.
Here it is...
And my child was thrilled.
Happy as a pig in mud.
(Are pigs in mud really happy???)
She spent the rest of the afternoon in there.
I had to knock on the tent if I needed her. See her note?
She settled in with dolls and cats and pillows and books and flashlights and water bottles and...
actually, I'm not sure what else is in there. Four hours is a lot of time to move things into a tent!
What's not to smile about?
She was going to sleep in there tonight, but worked herself into a panic about it since I was not planning to sleep
a.) IN the tent
b.) on the sofa.
Nope, I'm sleeping
c.) in my own bed.
I know...mean Momma...I know.
But I need good sleep.
And sofa sleep or floor sleep isn't good sleep.
Which happens to be upstairs.
And downstairs is scary by yourself.
Even if you are sound asleep, because "What if I wake up?"
So now she is upstairs in her bed and upset with her self for spoiling her own plans.