Better late than never right?

Remember that "Dear Christmas tree" post? This one is far less exciting, but long overdue! 

All I wanted was a nap...

Just like we do everyday. Not every other day, not once in a blue moon, e v e r y day.

I mean, we're talking most routine thing we do right now. Same bat time, same bat channel people. It normally goes relatively smooth. By relative, I mean, not like I'd PREFER it to go, but still manages to be a decent nap time.

I always lay them all down in their beds, give a consequence if they get up, and I go lay down and hey,
get an hour or so to READ. Shortly after I lay down to read, Punkin's headin' my way to snuggle, for whatever reason she will not sleep in her bed at nap time (please God be a phase).

Today though? My already high-strung wanna beat my head into a brick wall day? Not. A. Chance.

Surviving motherhood, and all I got was this stupid blog.

Surviving she says, what, you haven't surVIVED it yet?

Heck no I haven't, matter of fact, I only wish these were the worst years of it.

If I asked you to guess my age based on the bags beneath my eyes, you probably wouldn't even be close. These lovely little buggers, remind me daily of how much motherhood has aged me. Be it stress, sleeplessness, or just being a mom in general.

Musical bedtime.

When dealing with an insecure 22 month old, you have to tread carefully on what boundaries are enforced.

Liiiike bedtime. Not so much the time, or the way we do bedtime, but how strict I am at enforcing her place of slumber.

We know from today's earlier blog that last night was a camp-out in mama's bad, and that at naptime Miss T joined Punkin' in the mama's bed parade.

However, upon checking on my sleeping angels today, hoping with everything in me that they were all fast asleep, and I might, juuust might be able to take a midday shower; I snuck slowly down the stairs, careful to not make much noise.

Hiatus

Well, I've been away for quite some time, I know.

But in my defense, I've had a NASTY case of writer's block. Quite the little devil that junk is.

I reckon renovating a home (another post, for another time), and preparing to sell said home, will also leave no time to write, and encourage writer's block.

Things have settled down a bit now, I'm currently back at home with my dad, which is a bit odd after being out in my own home for so many years, but it's kind of nice having someone to talk to.

The kids are taking some time to adjust to this new "home" life, and constantly wonder when we are returning to our now empty home in J-vegas. They don't seem to understand that.. well... we aren't.