498 Reasons To Endorse Celibacy!

This is going to be one of those posts that showcases my randomness at its best. As I write it, I'm babysitting Ana & Josiah, my favorite 3 & 5 year old, and I can make that claim even after a whole weekend of being with them. Maybe I don't know as many 3 & 5 year olds as I thought.

In any case, I realized this morning that one of the fundamental sacrifices of parenthood is the ability to sleep in. Dear Lord, did I do that to my parents too, once upon a time? It wasn't even light out this morning when their icy little feet came and crawled in with me on the makeshift beanbag bed I had constructed in the basement. "Tooo eaaarrly....... must sleeeeep!" was all I could croak out, despite an unusually sore throat and stuffy head (maybe the reason I never get sick is I don't have kids to spread their germs on me like little Outbreak monkeys). Nevertheless, in bed, we all three crammed and in bed we stayed for a good five minutes, till their miniscule attention spans caused them to search for toys, mess with the TV and play "Pink Baby Puppies" on me. Literally. On me.

I love these kids though, and love them I should, since they remind me of the reasons why I don't have my own (the whole sleep factor being the primary one that comes to mind). We've had a fun weekend. An unusual weekend (well for me at least, being happy hour/nap/shopping free), but a fun one. We played every game you can think of under the sun, that involves princesses, pirates or Spiderman. We went & saw Horton Hears A Who - which was so suprisingly lovely and well done that I could go back and see it in the presence of adults and enjoy it all over again. We went to Har-Mar, the second most ghetto strip mall in the Twin Cities, to get LL Bean bags at 50% off, from their outlet, only to find them closed. Which, suprisingly enough, did not deter Josiah from sticking his hands through the security gate and yelling "Hey, is anyone in there? We need backpacks out here!" I was quite dissapointed about missing the last day of their sale, having lost my duffle bag recently, and now resorting to using a giant, blue, crinkly Ikea bag for an overnighter. The epitomy of class!

Ok, I'm back. I just had to mediate a fight over a $2 bill. This morning the plan consists of

1. Wishing I was back in my own bed, under the influence of Tylenol PM, Nyquil & some Baileys
2. Getting them to stop yelling at each other long enough to pick up toys, get dressed for church & out the door.
3. Me grabbing at Starbucks & making a last minute Trader Joe's run before church.
4. Slowing the car down to about 15MPH and letting them get out for church, before I go find a bar open at this hour. Shouldn't be hard to do in North Minneapolis.

Or something like that.

I should run. For now. In the meantime, I wholeheartedly recommend Horton HEars A Who & will have a glowing review of it in the near future. If I make it that far.