P.S. this is the first post I've ever published without a picture -- my subconscious was desperately trying to get me up to take a picture of my darlings, but alas, the spirit is strong, but the body is weak.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Not Wasted On Me
Yesterday was Fast Sunday, which means from about noon on, I am in some sort of stupor (not to be confused with stupid, which I am in everyday) Between church and dinner I often am very limp and can't think very well. Then after dinner (I don't know the cause) I get extremely sleepy, to the point that sometimes I feel like I'm drugged. This happened last night, and I crashed early on the couch. In all my delirium though, I could just comprehend what I have coined "hilarity hour". Hilarity Hour has existed a long time in our household. What is it you ask. Well, as it becomes close to bedtime everyone gets a little crazy and silly. The more tired we are, the more silly we get. When the kids were little it used to be extremely annoying and energy draining for me. It still can be, but at least I know the kids are old enough to be responsible for getting themselves into bed, so I can usually ignore it, especially when I have a little triptiphan surging through my body. So while I was in and out of my comatose state, I could hear Tiny (Afton) and Scooter B (Brady), playing and laughing and being all around hilarious. Little bits of their laughter and conversation drifted into my conscious mind. I heard them say things like, "Don't do it she'll be mad." Surrounded by lots of giggling and phrase fragments like, "I dare you". What finally pulled me from my unconsciousness you ask? It was a spraying noise and a wet, cold feeling on the back of my sprawled out hand. Yep,I woke up to a hand full of whipped cream. I foiled their plans of tickling my face and having me scratch with that cream filled hand. In my thick thinking, it never dawned on me that the person they were talking about getting mad was me. But I wasn't mad, in fact, the more I think about it, the cuter and more endearing it is. My being awake quickly ended hilarity hour, but the echo of their wonderful laughter has been in my mind ever since and the thought of how someday, in the very near future, I'm going to miss "hilarity hour".