11:30 p.m. on December 22nd:
I’m steadily working away on Christmas projects. Shawn is in the kitchen doing dishes and baking pumpkin bread. (Yes, we still have about 8 uneaten pumpkins hanging out on the porch from Halloween. I was considering getting them santa hats so they would blend, but I’m lazy.)
Shawn and I convene in the hallway to further plot our holiday course.
“When do you want to leave for your folks house?”
“First nap, I’d say.”
If you have small children, you see, you plan your trips around when they are most likely to be peaceful in the car. And when I say peaceful, I mean passed out.
“It’s like sailing with the tides. We sail with the morning nap.”
We giggle.
“Yes, well, the nap waits for no man.”
That does it. We’re clutching-each-other-so-we-don’t-fall-over, biting-the-heels-of-our-hands-to-muffle-the-sound, gone silly with laughter, all the while inarticulately telling each other, “Shhh! We’ll wake the baby!”
It’s late and we’re sleep deprived. What else can I say?
As we collect ourselves and quell the silent heaves of laughter, Shawn manages a complete phrase: “Blog worthy.”