No hurry (for once)

Chris went off this weekend with my brother, who is having his last baby-free weekend. Shari has three weeks left before the baby’s born, and Matt won’t be able to go any distance between now and then in case she starts labor early, so Chris and Matt and another friend of his went off to Georgetown for their man weekend. It’s too cold to boat ride if you ask me, and since I just got back from my conference last week, I don’t really feel up to leaving home again. I just finished unpacking my suitcase as it is.

So Will and Laura and I are having a low-key weekend ourselves, mostly because I can’t really get anything done with them underfoot, so I just decided well—why bother. Last night we watched Star Trek and had popcorn, which started out well but ended up as a sort of vicious cycle: make popcorn, make chocolate milk (our bedtime beverage of choice, very bad), hound children to sit still on the floor while eating/drinking, vacuum up a thousand kernels of errant popcorn, and finally, clean up the spilled milk. And how do they manage to spill milk under the bed anyhow?? I got a little cranky by the end, but mostly we enjoyed ourselves.

The kids wanted to sleep with me since Chris was gone, so I put poor Kitty out early and we all passed right out. It sounds peaceful in theory, except that Laura coughed half the night, and then I woke up with her behind on my knees and Will's feet on my stomach. It's like wrestling crocodiles all night long! I thought about taking a nap this afternoon with Will (he's much more of the sleep in the sun crocodile type, unlike his restless sister), but he decided he wanted to nap in his brand-new bed—his Christmas present from last year. I am all about supporting independent sleeping, so he’s snoozing away. Laura’s watching some horrible kid movie while she is (in theory) picking up toys in the living room. And I’m washing clothes, so that eventually I can change out of my pajamas. But hey, it’s Saturday. No hurry.