Things I like to do when the children are sleeping:
-Use the bathroom ALONE. No audience telling me how many squares I'm allowed to use or asking me questions I'd rather not answer. ("Mommy?! Why are you bleeding?")
-Watch movies and shows that would otherwise scar my daughter. (Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Pirates of the Carribean, etc.) She's easily scared.
-Eat things I don't want to share. I share food all day long. If we have sandwiches for lunch, Andrea will eat hers an then come sit uncomfortably close to me and give my sandwich THE STAREDOWN. Or if I peel an orange guess who eats most of it? Not me. If I get out an orange for me and an orange for her she will still beg for mine while her orange sits untouched on her plate. Look, kid. You eat your food and I'll eat mine, kapeesh?
-Sew. If I do this while the kids are asleep I avoid needles in the carpet because Andrea can't stand to leave them in the pin cushion.
-Shower, if I have the energy. Who knew showers could be so draining. He he he. See what I did there? Draining? . . . . Moving on.
-Fold laundry. Have you ever folded laundry with a little "helper" unfolding it faster than you can fold? It's not fun. I don't particularly enjoy folding laundry the first time, but the third time I have to fold the same shirt in one sitting it starts to mess with my head. I can feel Psycho Mom emerging and hear illogical things spew from my mouth like "If you unfold that one more time I'm going to throw these clothes in the garbage!" Don't ask me what I think will be accomplished by this idol threat, but to Phsycho Mom it makes perfect sense.
-Make phone calls. I swear my children have a sixth sense that tells them my phone has turned on, and then all heck breaks loose. Seriously, do ya'll have to start crying the moment I try to talk to the Netflix tech support people?! Breathe, Kayla. Breathe.
-Scoop other peoples dog poop out of my yard. I wish I didn't have to do this, but I do and having to constantly remind the three year old to watch her step while I hold a bag of poop with the hand wrapped around the 8 month old doesn't exactly sound like a trip to IKEA, if ya catch what I'm throwing down.
Aside from a myriad of other chores that can be accomplished, the thing I desire more than anything in the world is to sleep when my children are sleeping. Oh sleep. Oh blessed, beloved sleep. How I miss thee.
