This "free time" thing of which you humans speak, this "napping" behavior your children engage in from time to time, this concept called "peace and quiet."
Please tell me more, earthlings.
Showing posts with label naps. Show all posts
Showing posts with label naps. Show all posts
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I WANT TO KNOW HOW THEY DO IT
So I get home at 1:30 today, which I figure gives me just enough time for a quick nap before I head back out on my other errands in this insanely compressed day. No message on the machine or my phone, so I can lie down here on the couch and--
RRRRRRING. RRRRRRRING.
The eye doctor. And then Nana. Aaaaand my wife.
How do they do this? How do they know? What sort of fiendish conspiracy is this, I ask you?
RRRRRRING. RRRRRRRING.
The eye doctor. And then Nana. Aaaaand my wife.
How do they do this? How do they know? What sort of fiendish conspiracy is this, I ask you?
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
MARKING THE DATE
For the first time in months I was able to have an uninterrupted nap today.
You can always tell the parents who have small kids because they're the ones with "take a nap" on the list of the hundred things to do before they die.
And it's taking up half the top ten.
You can always tell the parents who have small kids because they're the ones with "take a nap" on the list of the hundred things to do before they die.
And it's taking up half the top ten.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
I REMEMBER THAT GLARF BLARGLE FEELING
When the daughter wakes up at 1:30 with a nightmare and then wants to stay up because she wants to see you off to work at 3:00 and then work's okay but the drive home is a sodden clog of pointless traffic lights, and I swear there's a sensor that tells people to get on the phone and call me just as I'm drifting off into a nap...
...if anybody in the service sector is reading this, PLEASE. We in the non-9-to-5 world would rather you email us instead of calling so that we're not jarred awake by ringing phone at all hours of the day...
Gaaaah. I'm a moron. Forgot to get the milk on the way home, of course. And now it's time for Noodle's dance class and throb throb throb goes my head, where in the name of all that is holy is the Advil?
...if anybody in the service sector is reading this, PLEASE. We in the non-9-to-5 world would rather you email us instead of calling so that we're not jarred awake by ringing phone at all hours of the day...
Gaaaah. I'm a moron. Forgot to get the milk on the way home, of course. And now it's time for Noodle's dance class and throb throb throb goes my head, where in the name of all that is holy is the Advil?
Monday, November 24, 2008
YESSSS!!
The Beast has drifted off for his afternoon nap on his new day-care-center-style cot. Flawlessly. Soon as I find the cot on Amazon it'll be the first item up for sale in the Boogershoppe.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
IN PRAISE OF BEER AND NAPS
Is there anything more satisfying than rummaging through the fridge looking for leftovers to cobble together for a lunch, and finding a beer from a six-pack you'd thought was long since consumed?
Yum.
This also concides nicely with my planned post-kids'-nap trip to the grocery store to bring back cans and bottles, and frees up garage space for a while seeing as beer is going to be strictly a luxury item until such time as the financial picture becomes clearer.
Yum.
This also concides nicely with my planned post-kids'-nap trip to the grocery store to bring back cans and bottles, and frees up garage space for a while seeing as beer is going to be strictly a luxury item until such time as the financial picture becomes clearer.
Monday, March 10, 2008
SPRING FORWARD, FALL FLAT ON FACE
Not for a moment do I envy anybody with an infant this time of year. All that work to get the li'l critter on a schedule and WHOMP, you lose an hour. Here's a trick that worked well for us yesterday. Two words:
Road trip.
Since your kid's schedule is screwed anyway, might as well accept the inevitable and make something of the day, thus:
An hour or so after breakfast, pile the kids into the car and head for a destination that's about a nap's length away. They'll have their zonk-out in the mid-to-late morning, wake up in time for lunch, have a bit of fun, not nap in the afternoon, and with any luck they'll be sleepy an hour early.
It has to be better than trying to noodge the kids' schedules by 15 minutes every week for a month, twice a year.
Bonus: if you take the kids to a museum or a zoo and spring for a membership, the two trips a year generally pay for themselves and then some, plus you get a tax deduction.
Road trip.
Since your kid's schedule is screwed anyway, might as well accept the inevitable and make something of the day, thus:
An hour or so after breakfast, pile the kids into the car and head for a destination that's about a nap's length away. They'll have their zonk-out in the mid-to-late morning, wake up in time for lunch, have a bit of fun, not nap in the afternoon, and with any luck they'll be sleepy an hour early.
It has to be better than trying to noodge the kids' schedules by 15 minutes every week for a month, twice a year.
Bonus: if you take the kids to a museum or a zoo and spring for a membership, the two trips a year generally pay for themselves and then some, plus you get a tax deduction.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
STUPID RATZA FRATZIN' BRAIN
It finally came together today.
I got out of work at a reasonable hour. Didn't get stuck behind an oblivious menace on 9G. No messages on the machine at home, nobody calling me from work with questions that could just as easily have waited or been asked and answered by email, no wrong numbers, no workers crawling around in or on top of of the house...and so for the first time in weeks, I was able to take an uninterrupted nap. A proper, three-hour Dagwood nap. With drooling, thank you.
Refreshed, your warrior did the dishes, attacked some of the mess in the living room, finished my PM newscasts, threw some wash in the laundry, had another go at the living room...
...and forgot to make dinner because I lost track of time, which flies not only when you're having fun but also when you're sorting out Candy Land cards from GeoTrax toys.
I got out of work at a reasonable hour. Didn't get stuck behind an oblivious menace on 9G. No messages on the machine at home, nobody calling me from work with questions that could just as easily have waited or been asked and answered by email, no wrong numbers, no workers crawling around in or on top of of the house...and so for the first time in weeks, I was able to take an uninterrupted nap. A proper, three-hour Dagwood nap. With drooling, thank you.
Refreshed, your warrior did the dishes, attacked some of the mess in the living room, finished my PM newscasts, threw some wash in the laundry, had another go at the living room...
...and forgot to make dinner because I lost track of time, which flies not only when you're having fun but also when you're sorting out Candy Land cards from GeoTrax toys.
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