Monday, 17 January 2011

Run away, run away

After doing valiant battle with tooth pain during the night, repeated skirmishes with a stroppy toddler this morning and a lunchtime of intensely tired and grumpy people I decided that up'n'doin' plans for this afternoon would be abandoned in favour of sinking into the sofa with a cup of tea and my book. But I didn't even manage that. I slowly drifted off, telling myself, the mini-beasts will wake me soon anyway.

Only they both slept until gone five.

That's a three hour sleep in the middle of the day. What a lazy slattern. Only now I feel brilliant and thankful for my stay at homeness that allowed me to take advantage of such a rare opportunity.

So I achieved nothing, although we did finish the afternoon with an elementary lesson in rock and roll.

Never mind. Sometimes it's better to live to fight another day.


  1. Achieving nothing is quite perfect as its own.
    Lesson in R&R? Do share!
    Three hour nap? Both of them? What did you feed them? Margot could learn something there.

  2. Oh just a couple of Bex style r'n'r moves, some arm waggling and knee bouncing for O and some vigorous spinning and throwing about for M. The double three hour nap happens once in a blue moon. M usually sleeps ages on a Monday (recovering from the weekend). For O, it came from no sleep at night. Given the choice I'd opt for a restful night and a short nap! But I'll take those zzzzzs where I can get them x


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