4:10 pm*open*, *close*
I love my naps on Sunday afternoons. Love them. Every week. Usually Jon and I will take a nap with the TV on softly while the kids roam the house freely for a few hours. And yes, the kids usually eat way too many snacks and watch way too many hours of cartoons, but frankly… I don’t care. I need my weekly nap.
The fastest way to give me a headache is to repeatedly interrupt my nap. I’m not sure why, but if someone wakes me, say, every ten minutes for a hour or so, I end up with a killer headache. And so it was this afternoon:
the scene: Jon and I are napping, the bedroom door closed. Jachin is supposed to be sitting on his bed until 3:00 (for naughty behavior at church). Zoe is eating yogurt (or candy) in the kitchen, watching Spongebob.
*our bedroom door opens*
Jachin: Mom, can I get up yet?
Me: What time is it?
(Instead of just telling me, he lifts my alarm clock off of my nightstand, putting it one inch from my eye to show me what time it is, knocking a diet Coke can off the nightstand and to the floor. Luckily, it was empty. It is only 2:40.)
Me: No, Jachin. Not until 3. And you have to write down how you intend to behave better next week.
Jachin: There is no way I am writing that. I will just think it in my head.
*door closes…loudly*
*door opens*
Zoe: Mom, I have to flush the potty but I’m afraid that the potty will wake Daddy.
(Incidentally, Mommy had been sleeping, too.)
Me: It’s okay. You can flush the potty.
Zoe: Are you sure?”
Me: Yes. Go flush the potty.
*door closes…loudly*
*the potty flushes quietly*
*door opens*
Zoe: I flushed the potty.
Me: Way to go. Close the door, please.
*door closes…loudly*
*door opens*
Jachin: Mom, can I get off now?
Me: What time is it?
(Jachin begins to lift my alarm clock. )
Me: Just tell me, please.
Jachin: It’s 3.
Me: Great. Did you write your thing?
Jachin: There is no way I am doing that, I said!
Me: Ok. Then no, you can’t get up.
Jachin: Ahhh! Fine!
*door closes… really loudly*
*door opens*
Jachin: Mom, look at this Bionicle I built. Isn’t he sweet? Look, the same pieces I used for his feet, I also used for his neck. Sweet, huh?
Me: Yes.
*door closes… loudly*
*door opens*
Zoe: Mom, we didn’t go shopping for my new school clothes and school starts tomorrow!
Me: It’s ok.
Zoe: No it’s not! I wanted to order the pony skirt. (www.landsend.com) We can’t order it by tomorrow! This is terrible!
Me: It will be fine. Close the door.
*door closes…loudly*
*door opens*
Zoe: Mom, I saw a cool site that has puppy games and you can dress up the puppy in cute clothes, but when they said “www dot something”, I didn’t hear what it was. Can you look up www.puppygames.com and see if that’s it?
Me: In a while. Close the door.
Zoe: (skipping out the door) Puppy, puppy, puppy, puppy…
*door closes… loudly*
*door opens*
Jachin: Mom, did you sign me up for the Brick Builder club yet?
Me: No.
Jachin: Will you?
Me: Not this very second. Close the door.
*door half closes… leaving me to listen to what they are doing in the next room*
I hear the pantry door open and close several times. I hear someone jumping on the couch. I hear the refrigerator beeping because someone left it open a crack, but no one is closing it. My head is thumping. What’s the point? I get up, get some Advil, visit puppygames.com, and close the refrigerator door. No matter how hard I try, my children will not allow me to neglect them!
I’ll try again next week.
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My kids do that to me too - the nerve.
And then Zack will announce to family/church/the authorities that I have been sleeping all day when he was SO hungry and sad.
Poor babies. I will have my revenge. Someday, I’m sure.
Comment by Mama Milton — August 19, 2007 @ 4:39 pm
I love Sunday naps, too. I usually try to get Julia to sleep with me. Today, it worked - probably because it was storming and icky out. I’m feeling lucky.
Comment by Leslie — August 19, 2007 @ 4:46 pm
That sounds like torture, funny torture when described, but not funny when it’s happening I’m sure. Can Jon sleep through that?
Comment by kerri — August 19, 2007 @ 6:50 pm
@Kerri- Yes, believe it or not, Jon does sleep through that. He slept like a baby yesterday afternoon. For some reason, the kids always come in and talk to ME, not Jon. I think that next week I’ll put a sign on me that says “Mommy is sleeping. Please direct all of your questions to Daddy”.
Comment by admin — August 20, 2007 @ 8:03 am
I half wake up and tell the kids to go talk to daddy. That usually works. I get the killer migrains if I don’t sleep well too. Must be hereditary.
Comment by Sam — August 20, 2007 @ 8:35 am