I am grateful for naptime. I know, after all the sentimental entries before this one, naptime doesn't quite fit. However, it becomes a magical time in my apartment. A time when I can clean (without another mess made behind my back), read, sew, watch a movie, or do the obvious: sleep. Naptime has been crucial for me recently. Mainly because I end up falling asleep while I'm waiting for Adam to fall asleep (who has to go to sleep too, otherwise Maryanne won't). I have been extremely fatigued recently. I'm sure my schedule of staying up until 11 or 12 doesn't help too. But regardless of what time I go to sleep, even if I get eight hours of sleep, it is not enough and I am ready to fall over by lunch time. I probably should go see a doctor, but I'm also lazy ... another reason why I love naptime!
Today I was sifting through all the clothing and pulling out clothes that were stained and torn, as well as clothing the children had outgrown. There was a huge pile of clothing to sort through, and an ever growing pile of clothes to donate. At one point, I pulled out a pink t-shirt and asked, "Whose is this?" Someone said it was Maryanne's, which couldn't have been true because it was a size 8. It wasn't her color anyway ... So I tossed it in the donate pile. (In hind sight, I now think my mom gave it to Maryanne for Christmas, and she said that she wasn't sure what size to get for Maryanne. Whoops on my part.) That's when Adam exclaimed that he wanted a pink shirt. Other children chimed in with, "It is his color." (Referring to his Dressing Your Truth type.) Adam bolted toward the donate pile and seized the shirt, promptly pulling it over his head and the collared shirt he had on. (Later he removed the collared shirt, after much cajoling from ...
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