Quiet time.
With ten minutes left on the nap/quiet time timer I find myself with little desire to do anything other than blog, connect, speak to those not 5 or under. The baby is crying. I had to trap him in the Pack-n-Play because he kept getting out of his new toddler bed and whacking his eldest brother who was trying desperately to do what was asked of him. The middle one is on my bed, also due to the Menace and his fondness for head whacking. But now he's up saying he needs to go potty. He knows that's a loophole because he's wearing undies. I'd love to drown my sorrows in chocolate but the ever-present middle chub says, "lay off it". Motherhood is not for the faint of heart. I was trying to read in Mitten Strings for God by Katrina Kenison but found myself frustrated because it is so hard to read about the importance of peace and quiet and play when the natives are restless. The part I'm at now she speaks of simplicity. N...