End of Nap Time

I'm sitting on my laundry-strewn bed (though it's folded, mind you) with my feverish little almost-five-year-old cozy under the blankets beside me. His cheeks are flushed and he is very solemnly telling me that we'd better cancel our family night activity because he needs his rest. Okay, little Graham Bear.

I was going to wax poetic a little longer about the trials and triumphs of motherhood, but now I can hear my one-year-old crying on the monitor. If there is one thing Beckett cannot abide, it is an unmolested open laptop.

So this will be a vignette of motherhood. Laundry. Sick babies. Waking babies. Putting things I want to do so badly on hold because nap time doesn't last forever, but neither does childhood.

Time to get the baby up and put my computer to sleep.