It's Saturday. Phil's gone to the University to participate in the HIV/AIDS training. Maddie and I are here trying to take a nap. I'd love to take a nap but Madeleine would rather act really sleepy and then refuse to sleep. She's screaming as I type.
I wonder when our minds make the switch from thinking that naps are the most wicked form of punishment to thinking they are one of the greatest activities on earth. The problem is that the switch doesn't happen for most people until a time in life when all you'd like to do is nap but you can't.
Sounds like Madeleine decided to sleep. That didn't take long. It seems that the times when she screams the loudest are also the times when she falls asleep the fastest.
I'd better get my nap, too.
zzzzzzz...
I wonder when our minds make the switch from thinking that naps are the most wicked form of punishment to thinking they are one of the greatest activities on earth. The problem is that the switch doesn't happen for most people until a time in life when all you'd like to do is nap but you can't.
Sounds like Madeleine decided to sleep. That didn't take long. It seems that the times when she screams the loudest are also the times when she falls asleep the fastest.
I'd better get my nap, too.
zzzzzzz...