Yesterday was my first day home alone with Luke. I was concerned initially. Nothing makes you admire the eight-armed octopus more than when your two measly arms are caught up holding an infant. We did well though. By noon I had us both dressed and I had even brushed my teeth and my hair and put on pants. I note this as a major accomplishment.
At about 1:00 p.m. Luke was settling into another nap and I thought this might be my opportunity to get the kitchen cleaned. I spread out a quilt on the living room floor and laid him down on it. Then I nestled down next to him with a hand on his tummy and his head tucked under my chin, just until he was really out, I told myself. As his breathing evened out and he sunk into sleep, I found myself getting a little drowsy too.
"The kitchen..." my shoulder angel reminded me.
"Hrrmm," I replied. I only have so many days off before I truly have to start getting some work done during the day. I'm already half way through my brief stay on "disability."
The dishes can wait.