This afternoon I planned to get a lot done during Kate's nap but ended up crashing on the couch. I was dead tired and just had to rest. Gavin and Lexi were watching TV downstairs. I snuggled under a blanket and was probably asleep in five minutes.
The next thing I knew, I was freezing cold and my neighbor Mary was calling my name. I sat up and looked around, so confused about where I was and why I was so chilled. I walked around the couch so I could talk to Mary for a minute. I walked past a large pile of Amazon.com boxes that had not been there before my nap. A few of them were open. The kids' Christmas presents were strewn about. One gift item was open and pieces were missing. The front and back doors were wide open, letting a frigid wind inside.
The door to the garage was open, as was the door to the van. Shopping bags from my just-with-Kate Christmas shopping trip this morning were open wide, exposing little girl gifts to the world. I found Lexi on the stairs attacking a box housing a doll meant for Kate.
Gavin was in the kitchen, sitting on the counter with a large bowl of strawberry ice cream. I had declined his request for ice cream after lunch, but apparently a sleeping mom is an ignorant mom, so he took advantage. He emptied one container and worked quickly on the next. He had probably downed several bowls.
I must have been reeeeeeeally tired to have slept through all of THAT.