So on Friday when I was sick and Her Nibs didn't have school, I put on jeans, but was still otherwise in my pajamas. Her Nibs stayed in pajamas, and frankly we don't change The Boy's clothes unless he's messed 'em up or had a bath. They might not have been pajamas, but I know he slept in them.
It was a movie day.
It was a reading day.
It was a holding day.
I don't think the TV was turned off all day, though Her Nibs was doing quite a bit of acrobatics on the exercise ball that has become a staple in our living room. Turtar sent me a random blog link which in 3 links connected me back to NieNie Dialogues. And that got me reading. First, I needed to catch up on her situation, so I read the articles on her recovery my sister sent me a few months ago. Then, I needed to catch up on her blog. I was inspired and encouraged. (I'm inspired by the joy she takes in life and her role as a wife and mother, and encouraged because I've been doing better that way myself, lately.) I cried. I missed my own sisters as I read about the service she has from her own. I added a NieNie button to my blog and then redecorated my blog to match my new button. And all the while I held The Boy. He doesn't sleep so well when I set him down. He only sleeps in his bed at night. Any other time I lay him down (even if he's sound asleep in my arms), he wakes up within 5 minutes. So I keep holding him... a small price to pay for the honor of being his mother.
Okay, I did set him down while I was redecorating my blog. But I paid for my squandered time. He woke up ready to eat and I still hadn't made the pizza dough for the pigs in blankets I promised Her Nibs for dinner, so I had to multi-task. I actually mixed up the pizza dough while nursing The Boy. (I closed the shades on the kitchen window first.)






