After dinner last night, I was so sleepy and exhausted, I couldn't keep my eyes open.
The kids were
My husband often falls asleep on the couch after a long, hard day at work. So, I'm entitled every now and then, right?
On our bed was the 2 loads of clean laundry that was waiting to be folded. At first, I was discouraged and felt like I should take care of it before laying down on the bed. That feeling didn't last long.
I went to the far side of the bed, pulled the comforter over me and burrowed under the laundry, looked at the clock and closed my eyes.
I didn't sleep, I could hear everything that went on in the house. But, I zoned out for a while.
Eleven minutes. My husband came into the bedroom looking for me once but the laundry was my friend and kept me hidden. I could hear the kids looking for me in the bathroom. In the garage. In their rooms.
I must admit, I only felt slightly guilty for making them look for me. Mostly, I felt triumphant in my hiding skills.
Finally, my husband came back into the bedroom and saw my nose poking out of the pile of clean towels and socks.
I don't know if I should be flattered that my family can't live without me for such a minimal amount of time, or worried.
Perhaps I should take a "time out" more often in order to wean them off of me so I can perhaps, someday, have a full nap?
But, I think the days will come soon enough that my kids won't need me and won't even notice that I'm not in the room. I should count my blessings, I think .