Last night I didn't sleep very well, as in hardly at all. I went to bed late (being with people in the evening revs me up) and then woke up at 12:30 and didn't get back to sleep until 5:00 a.m. Yeah, I'm cool like that. So today I'm exhausted.
After lunch, while the Littles were happily occupied in the basement, I wrapped a blanket around myself and crashed on the couch. I am very fond of the cat nap. Usually a 15- or 20-minute rest deposits enough in my sleep bank that I can get through the rest of the day. However, as I often lament, I almost always regret taking a nap.
This is what happened during my 15 minutes of unconsciousness today:
In that pile is every single pillow, towel, bed spread, blanket, and soft thing in the entire house (except for my own down comforter). Piles of clean and dirty laundry are mixed in there. The expanse is about 18 inches deep and probably 10 feet long by 8 feet wide. Gavin LOVES to do this. He positions the little trampoline a few feet away so he can jump from it, do tricks in the air, and land in comfy goodness.
It.drives.me.crazy.
But at least I slept, right? Right. Remind me at bedtime when I can't find my pillow.
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My kids do this too. It's a total pain, but they sure do have a lot of fun. Thru clenched teeth I remind them that they have to put everything away when they're done if they EVER want to do it again. It works... sometimes.
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