it was the sort of unrestful night of sleep that comes when you have two little boys and all their elbows and knees finding comfort in jabbing you between the shoulderblades. and in the ribs. and one giant furry, purry cat who was safely on the other side of the house, locked out, until the little boy invasion left the door open for him as well.

as i’ve said before, i like to scoot way down and hang my feet off - and no one else in this house does that, creating a where-the-blankets-go conflict. okay, probably no one anywhere does that, except for my dad. so then the covers tug of war raged all night, with me stopping to check foreheads for fevers and get very annoyed that i really NEEDED them there, or I wouldn’t sleep at all and would worry and have to go across the house to check on them and this probably WAS better.   I like to sleep waaaay down in the bed, and practically hanging off the very edge of the SIDE of the bed. Unless there are two small boys and it’s better that they be separated and then I”m in the middle which is claustrophobic and the opposite wonderful feeling of imminent faceplanting into the carpet. Which I like.

all those elbows and knees jabbing me is probably what it’s like to be in the dryer with a pair of Caden-6yr’s pants. It seems fine at first, but then pebbles and rocks and sharp pointy things fall out of his pockets and smash around in there. the other clothes are probably all, “this will be a nice restful drying session” and then BAM BAM BAM with the boulders and all.

speaking of the dryer. There is a large blob of gum in it. I don’t know if it went through the wash in a previously-chewed way, or an unchewed, wrapped way. Yes, it matters. One involves more spit and germs and it’s just IN there with all the otherwise clean clothes and rocks and boulders, thanks Caden-6yr.

I’m not sure if leaving it there is the way to go, but I’m hesitant to scrape it off. By the time I noticed it, it was blackened from heat and lint and it really isn’t bothering anyone in there. Just me. Out here. I think because of its blackened state it’s pretty harmless to the clothes.

But still. That’s icky, and it should be cleaned. But if i scrape it out and can’t get it all – which I think  is highly likely after all the time I’ve spent bending and sticking my head in and peering and studying – then there will be a smaller blob of gum in there that is NOT blackened and covered in lint that leaves the otherwise clean clothes and boulders alone.

And I definitely do not want that.

Oh dear GOD. Seth-4yr just came and held up a small mirror and said, “You can look at yourself, Mommy!”

And I did. Actually it was sort of a horrified double-take.

It’s 8:34 am and clearly that was NOT a restful night’s sleep. My eyes are bloodshot and puffy. That’s always a great combination. I’m rounding up these kids that are apparently healthy enough to run and scream in far away bedrooms and taking us all to the gym.

And tonight I will remember they are blessed with health, tell them so, and send them back to bed.

And the cat, too.

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