I love twilight. For so many years it meant freshly-bathed little bodies in clean pajamas (with the promise of some quiet time for momma). Today it means one tired little boy showering off the dust from soccer practice, one little/big girl at the church, two highschoolers playing sand volleyball, and one hardworking husband still at work. But still, it's the winding down that I love. And I'm winding down, mentally at least. In a minute I'll go start the dishwasher, and wipe down the kitchen counters, and hope Sterling makes it home in time for me to go for a run (and if he doesn't I certainly won't be heartbroken).
I've been meaning to blog for a while about Parker's "disability." He thinks that he has a peculiar condition wherein he can't "feel" anything while he is sleeping. Apparently, he's under the delusion that other people are fully cognizant of their bodies while sleeping, but, alas, poor Parker was born without this ability. He reminded me tonight when we were having a short talk while he finished his dinner. I can't remember the exact lead in...something about sleeping...and then he said, "But, you know...it's hard for me...because I can't feel anything when I'm sleeping." As in, it's harder for him than other NORMAL people who CAN feel things while they are sleeping. I've tried to tell him before that he's really not such a different sleeper, but I don't think he believes me. What does an old momma know anyway?
At any rate, I find his disability entirely charming. Also, I find his ability to sleep through thunderstorms, screaming teenage girls, and home invasions (ahem...) refreshing and restful. He's a keeper for sure.
My kids are planning on me getting up at 5 AM to make them a BIG breakfast because they have testing at school. I plan to comply...not because I think the extra calories will improve their scores...but because I don't want them to hold the "neglect" (of NOT making the big breakfast) over my head for years to come. Yes, that's how I parent. It's called peremptory parenting, wherein one operates out of fear of future reprisals. I'm not yet sure how successful such an approach might be. I'll let you know in about ten years.
Hope your twilight is peaceful.
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