A perfect 30 minutes

I guess I'm getting old.  Between the 3 (count 'em 3) drinks that I had at the wedding on Sunday afternoon, a short night's sleep and perhaps the switch to daylight savings time, I was exhausted on Monday.  Throw in lunch duty, ISS duty, after school parking lot duty and a union meeting, I was utterly delirious.  By the time I drove to daycare, I had a splitting headache, I was getting dizzy and my stomach felt upset.

Luckily, when I got home, my husband was already home from work and volunteered to do dinner duty with the kids.  I took an hour off, retreated to the basement and watched last week's Project Runway which involved crafting dresses from duck tape.

After the hour and when I could hear that the kids were done with dinner, I went back upstairs and offered to put the baby to bed.  I thought she was tired but she only drank a small amount from her bottle and was ready to play.  I guess she was able to read the situation and knew just what I needed.  We had the most extraordinary 30 minutes of playtime.  We were playing a version of peek-a-boo with her play house, she would hide and when I found her she giggled.  She is almost walking and did a whole lot of walking right into my arms.  I don't usually get undivided time with her since I have 2 children and this evening was just precious.  Finally, she put on a little fuss so I gave her the rest of her bottle and she went right to sleep.  After those 30 minutes I felt refreshed, my head was a little better and I felt ready to cope with the rest of the night.  I put the 4 year old to bed and he also seemed to sense what I needed because we read our 3 books with ease. 

Not my child, but wanted to show the house.  This is a fantastic toy, even though it takes up a bit of room.