The boys have not been sleeping nearly as late here as they do at home. They've been getting up around 7:30 which is unheard of at their house and they have not been going to bed any earlier here either. Last night Owen was so tired that when I started to read a second book to them he pleaded with me not to. "I'm too tired," he said.
I read it anyway. "Just close your eyes and listen," I told him. He stayed awake for it but had no desire for the Mr. Peep story.
Gibson, who had had that nap did not fall asleep easily and in fact, probably didn't succumb entirely until 11:00. First I stayed in the bed with him and then his Boppy. We tag-teamed it.
So this morning they woke up at 7:15, went racing through the house and found me still in bed. Owen went and got back in his bed and Gibson crawled in with me. "Snuggle," he said, and pulled me close and then Maurice came and found us and jumped on the bed and snuggled in too and it was about the sweetest thing that ever happened to me.
I got up at eight and fed the cats and got the paper and drank some coffee and just now Gibson woke up again.
"Owen?" he said when I went to kiss him.
"He's still asleep," I told him and we went to look at his brother, who is most definitely not awake.
"You want smoothie?" I asked him.
"Cookie," he said.
And so I gave him one. As the Quaker Oatmeal box has always said, "Good for them in a bowl, good for them in a cookie!"
He's parked in front of Curious George on TV and I'm finishing this up and the chickens want to get out and start their day and Boppy's at the gym and then work and maybe he can come home and we can go to the Marine Specimen's Lab later on and then tonight, Mama and Daddy get home.
And so all is well here in Lloyd except for the fact that I found a damn tick on my poor old titty last night in the shower. It was not truly embedded and I got it off easily but today my breast is red and itchy and those bites can itch for weeks.
As if I weren't fit to go in public before...
And now Owen is up too and asked for pancakes and bacon but I told him that no, I was not cooking pancakes and bacon again this morning. "Are there any leftovers?" he asked.
"You ate them last night," I told him.
We settled on Cheerios and now Gibson has a bowl too and they are both watching Curious George and Maurice is eating her crunchy cat food.
Thus the day has begun and soon we will go outside and let the chickens out, feed them their corn, and this is how it is for all of us creature. We wake up, we break our fasts, we start our days.
The boys' last morning in Lloyd for now and my! How fast these three months have flown by.
Happy Friday, y'all.
P.S. I've now also made and served a cheese and lettuce sandwich and a round of smoothies. Next time Lily and Jason go out of town they might consider just dropping their children off at a 24-hour McDonalds with a hundred dollars cash. That might last them a day or two.
Then again, maybe not.