the other night i was sleeping soundly dreaming of something nice (spanx underwear that go up the armpits, possibly?) when i was jolted out of my happy happy dreamworld.
the culprit wasn't charles looking for his birthday present a few months early, instead, jasper was at my bedside. or rather, his body was at my bedside, his head was burrowed against my stomach.
inbetween sobs, jasper explained he had dreamed that swiper was coming to kill him. dora the deathdealer! at least that is what i thought he said, it is rather difficult to understand what your sobbing child is saying when they are burrowed against you and ridding their snot on your shoulder.
not wanting to take a noisy child into the kid's bedroom (sela had been sleeping restlessly just a bit before), i pulled on a tee shirt and pulled jasper into our bed. he was wearing his dorothy the dinosaur pajamas that are really girls pajamas but jasper has loved from the minute he saw them and has never even considered letting his sisters wear them.
the sobbing subsided a little bit and we prayed together and then i tried to get to sleep but it was so challenging, considering that his little arm was locked around my neck. i tried easing him around but that was no good. finally i removed the arm, and in response, jasper promptly turned on his side and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
a few minutes after his breathing got nice and regular, i eased out of bed as best i could, although it meant dragging jasper with me, picked up my drowsy man, and popped him back into his own bed.
then i went back to bed and dreamed about nice things.
nice things include the fact that i cleaned out kitched cupboards today and bleached them with a damp cloth. anyone with any anal retentive tendencies would have loved to have been me. seriously. any rubbermaid or tupperware item that did not have a top i threw away, i got rid of the 14 icecube trays that used to house homemade babyfood, a jug of charles' that he loves but needed to be thrown away, oh it was a good day. i even told charles first of my intent to rid our home of the jug, so i wouldn't have to deal with nasty guilt feelings afterwards.
what made my day great is that i also walked up to the peak this morning. i know i have yakked on before about hiking in hong kong so i won't today, but it was a divine morning. even better, toward the end, there was a woman with two big dogs behind me, and i made it my goal that she wouldn't beat me to the top. the dogs were pulling her along, and i increased the speed and i heard the dogs breathing behind me (or maybe it was her??) amd ha ha i won. the cheeky cow had pushed andrea out of the way so my victory was necessary for vindication.
Picturing Rocky Balboa scene, only with dogs chasing him/you on.
Happy Birthday for the other day, I am just 1 year behind you.
Posted by: Mel | March 20, 2008 at 05:44 PM
Well, nice to know that old ladies can still walk (you, not her)
Posted by: joeinvegas | March 20, 2008 at 10:08 PM
I give you top marks for your conduct except for the one thing you missed! Once the clean up is complete then it is time for the GARAGE SALE.
Love to all.....Dad
Posted by: Dad aka Grandad Blake | March 20, 2008 at 10:40 PM
Way to go Tess! I was thinking Rocky too!
I 2ND your Dad's comments I *heart* garage sales!
Miss you bunches!
Posted by: Tonya | March 21, 2008 at 02:24 AM