The kids aren’t home right this second, but their presence is all over the house.
There is a stray pair of underwear in the middle of the living room floor, a casualty of the rush to get out the door this morning.  A cartoon still plays softly on the television. A stray pair of binoculars is under the coffee table, and the breakfast dishes are calling out to be washed.

I know I should get up and take care of these things, and I will. But right now, I am determined to enjoy my coffee before it gets cold. I have a blanket thrown  around my shoulders and, come hell, high water or rising piles of laundry, I will relax for a bit.

I spent all day running around yesterday. That’s not an exaggeration.  I spent over 4 hours behind the wheel. It was a combination of swim lessons and errands and cats needing neutering.  You wouldn’t think that just driving, sitting down, would take that much out of you, but today I am sore and ready for a nap. (It’s not even 10am yet)

But duty calls. I’ve been promising myself, “Just five more minutes,” for the last half hour now.

I wrote this for the 22nd Just Write at the EO. 

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So over at Seeking Elevation you can find out more about this Friday Fluff thing, but basically, it’s a random survey of the sort we used to painstakingly fill out in email, or myspace. Enjoy.

What would you do if:

Stranded in a forest alone

Being alone sounds nice, to be honest. I would take a nap.
Sensed someone stalking you
So like I have proof or that creepy feeling on the back of your neck? Because I’ve found that creepy feeling can be solved by going home and taking a nap. Then, suddenly, I’m less paranoid about things.
You suddenly developed superhuman strength
Move the heavy furniture in front of the bedroom door, so that nothing can get in, and then I can take a nap. Alone.
You saw a dead cat

Where did I see it? In the road or in my living room? If it’s in my living room, I guess I’d have to take care of it before nap time.

You saw a dead human

Can I have a little context here? There’s a big difference from seeing a dead human at a funeral, and waking up from your nap to find one in the living room.
Someone anonymously send a love note

I’d be flattered, but if you really want to win my heart, give me the gift of nap time.

You become blind.

Get a helper dog (or monkey. I’m flexible.) as a bonus? I’d train it to guard the door while I napped.

Your car breaks down beside a graveyard

Call the husband. He fixes cars, so he could at least tell me, “Well, you’re screwed. Call a tow truck.” or “Hang on, I’ll be there with tools and can fix this RIGHT THERE.” I mean, as long as I get home in time for my nap, I really don’t care.
Your bestfriend calls you at 4am
Assume it’s important, and make sure to take an extra long nap later.
You could bring back anyone from 6 feet under

Listen, I don’t like it when people mess with my nap, so I’m sure as hell not disturbing anyone during that Great and Final Nap.

Someone kept staring at you

My reaction would likely depend on whether or not I’ve had my nap.

Someone ate your lunch

I have small children. Let’s just assume that an unmolested lunch is as rare around here as an uninterrupted nap, mmkay?
You’re at a stranger’s funeral
For the love of god, do not fall asleep. This is not an appropriate place for a nap.

You got 100 free spray cans
What is in the spray cans? I’m not giving up my nap for whip-its, I’ll tell you that much.
A horse came chasing after you
What did I do to the horse that it’s chasing me down?? Maybe the horse just needs a good nap.

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Blue Bunny Strawberry Cheesecake Ice Cream

Sometimes, it’s all about the little things.

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I was browsing the internet for breast pumps, and I remembered the first one I bought.

Or rather, the husband had gone out and bought it. It was just a little Evenflo battery powered/AC adapter deal. Nothing too fancy. I was about 4 days postpartum, and the girl child was breast feeding like a champ. Chris wanted to get in on this “Feed the baby!” thing, so he had gone to the local box store, and picked up this pump.

Did I mention I was 4 days postpartum? So still all puffy looking and highly hormonal?

So I plugged the pump in and sat on the bed to use it. It was loud. Apparently, cheap does not equal discrete. The pump was doing it’s thing, and Chris poked his head around the door. My mechanically inclined husband was apparently fascinated by this machinery attached to my breast.

“Wow. It’s just like you’re a cow.” 

As soon as the words left his mouth, he got this “Oh, shit.” look on his face. As the blood rushed to my cheeks and the tears to my eyes, he started babbling, “That’s not what I meant, I just meant the machine. It’s like the ones on the dairy farm, that’s what I meant.”

He wasn’t really helping himself there, at all.

Obviously, I forgave him. Eventually.

Ah, memories.

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My coffee is getting cold.

If I didn’t drown it in creamer, it would probably stay hot longer.

CNN headlines are on the television, but I haven’t really been paying attention to them.

The kids are now both off at school, after another hectic morning of urging and “Hurry! Socks! Shoes! Teeth!

I’m wondering how that’s going to go when we throw a baby into the mix.

My coffee is still sitting there, getting cold.

There’s so many things that need to be done. Cleaned. Set-up and unpacked.
So many things that aren’t even bought yet. (I’m trying to space purchases out, so as to still be able to pay the bills. It’s harder than it sounds.)
I think I may have reached the point where I am just utterly overwhelmed at the very idea of doing these things.

And my coffee is now completely cold.

I wrote this for Heather @ The EO’s 20th Just Write link-up. If you’d like to Just Write and link-up, head over there to find out more.

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