i've been eating a lot of feelings lately
Every time James is driving and pulls into a crowded parking lot, he looks for a parking spot as close to the front as possible. I would much rather bypass the chaos and head for the back of the parking lot. Whenever I'm riding with him, I roll my eyes and tell him he'll never find a parking spot. Without fail, he'll find one as soon as I make that comment. Truly, without fail. At this point I say it whenever he pulls into a parking lot, crowded or empty. I like to think I'm his good luck charm.
When I wrote the post on Friday about my horrible, terrible, no good, very bad week, a tiny part of me was hoping The Rule of the Parking Lot would apply, and would you believe it? It did. Friday was a great day. Gracie took a delicious two and a half hour nap, James ordered pizza for dinner and brought home a carton of ice cream, and all was well in the land. Saturday started off equally wonderful. James had to work in the morning, but Gracie was a precious angel who snuggled with me all morning and happily played in her room while I put laundry away. James came home and helped me clean the house. But then, horror of all horrors, Gracie resumed her war on naps. She napped, but barely, and was a raving lunatic the rest of the day because like her mother she cannot function on less than a hundred hours of sleep a night. I'm not saying she went to bed at 6:00, but she went to bed at 6:00. For the sanity of the household. Lest you think we torture our child, she went right to sleep and slept until an almost reasonable hour in the morning. And I celebrated by watching The Sound of Music while eating ice cream and knitting. Are you jealous yet? You should be. If there's anything I know, it's how to run wild on a Saturday night.
It's Sunday and the war on naps is still going strong. Her current favorite battle move is to stay wide awake, throw her blankets and toys out of the crib and onto the floor, and then take her pants off. Something about being pants-less seems to only strengthen her powers. If you're wondering what this toddler-baby stage is like, Anna wrote a post that perfectly describes it. When its good, it's the best thing ever. And when it's bad....it's awful. I mean, it's always the best thing ever, but that doesn't mean it can't also be terrible some days. It's for these reasons I accidentally made these Muffins that Taste Like Donuts this afternoon. They have renewed my will to live.
In other news, there is a giant military plane that has been flying very low and circling this area of town all afternoon. James rattled off a series of numbers and letters but I have no idea what they mean other than it's the kind of plane that flies tanks overseas. I've been like a little boy at a construction zone, running outside to point and take pictures of it and pretending it's WWII and we have to run to the bomb shelter because THE NAZIS ARE COMING. Maybe I've read too many war novels. You decide. Probably also because I was reading some C.S. Lewis while eating a homemade popsicle on the front porch, and he was talking about the Nazis when I first saw the plane fly by.
The babe is finally asleep and that means one things: it's time to pull out the ice cream and the knitting. Maybe also another muffin. We'll see how crazy things get.
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