Yesterday I was really tired.
I had stayed up quite late the night before working on an activity for my son's school class.
I know that right now you're probably thinking "Sure it was a school project, she was probably just blog surfing." Let me assure you that it was indeed a school related project. It took so darn long because CJ decided to run the program "Time machine" that backs up everything on the computer. It also causes every program I try to open to freeze.
The last thing I want to see at 2:00 a.m. is the rainbow colored spinning beach ball of death indicating that the program has frozen (again) just as I'm trying to print something.
We have a new rule. CJ is not allowed to run this program until late at night after I'm done with the computer.
Back to being tired. When the kids got home from school, I told them that I just needed a short nap. I asked them to keep an eye on Max, and start on their homework. I went and laid down, planning to sleep for one hour.
A few minutes later, I'm almost asleep, and here comes Max. "I take nap wif you mom." He was acting kind of tired, so I snuggled him down under the covers.
Brielle came into the room a few minutes later. She hopped up on the bed and snuggled in.
Max begins to giggle.
Brielle begins to giggle.
I say "Okay you guys, if you're going to be in here, you need to settle down and be quiet."
They were quiet for a minute, and just as I was beginning to drift off, the giggling began again.
Next Max sits up and starts bouncing. Then he starts punching the pillow.
Next, CJ comes in to see what's going on. He sits on the edge of the bed and starts tickling Max.
I pull the covers over my head, foolishly thinking that I can just ignore the situation.
Then I hear Aaron out in the hallway. He has turned on the vacuum.
Meanwhile, the bouncing/tickling/giggling is escalating.
I start to tell the kids to cut it out, when the phone rings.
It's my husband.
He's calling from work to see how we're doing. Now don't get me wrong, I love it when my DH calls home to chat, it's just that the timing was so perfect.
In less than ten minutes, I had every single member of my family sabotage my nap.
I've come to the conclusion that my family just can't handle it if I try to sleep.
(In all fairness, my DH was unaware that I was trying to rest, so he's off the hook)
This whole "don't let mom sleep" thing started out when they were tiny babies. They seem to have come hard wired with this ability to tell when I am the most tired, and then make it impossible for me to sleep.
The same way that a dog can sense fear in a human, my children can sense exhaustion in me.
I think that maybe the next time I need a nap I'll tell the kids that I need someone to help me do the dishes. This usually causes them to disappear quickly, and it might just keep them away long enough for me to get a decent nap.
Now if I could just figure out a way to go to the bathroom by myself..............