Today I am thankful for fresh-squeezed lemonade. I got my recipe here, at Our Best Bites. (brilliant blog, by the way.)
You know those nights where you’re like, “Man, in the good old days, they’d just give thier kid some whiskey and the little booger would just shut right up and go to sleep.”
As a disclaimer, I would never deliberatly give my child booze. (She’s taken off with rum balls in the past, hence the ‘deliberatly’.)
However, sometimes it’s almost nearly not-quite but-wouldn’t-it-be-nice temptingish.
My little blessing was up until 10:30 last night. For a while, I nicely sipped some fresh-squeezed lemonade while reading blog feeds. Ahhh, relaxing. Almost can’t hear the screamingly indignant child off in the background noise.
However, my beloved Chris is not quite the cold-blooded Evil Mastermind Parent that I am. Eventually, she always gets to him. I’m pretty sure if I had kept ignoring her, she would have either given up and gone to sleep, or settled in to play dollies until she conked over. Sleep, regardless. I put her in bed at 8 last night, for goodness sakes.
Regardless, she finally fell asleep (with daddy, in mommy and daddy’s bed. Hoorah for bad habits that might come back and bite him… no, probably me… in the bum.) I went to bed at 11 thinking, “Ahhh, I can sleep in until 8 tomorrow morning.” (I’m pretty wild sometimes, I know.)
Well, no, no I did not sleep in until 8. Guess. Guess how late I slept until. No, earlier. Earlier yet. Earlier even than that. YES, FIVE FREAKIN THIRTY. Am I the only one who needs sleep around here? And my “caring” (to use the term loosely) doctor has ordered me to cut down on coffee, and I’m down to a cup a day, so I don’t dare consume the full pot I’m direly in need of or I’ll go right back up again. And let’s be honest here, I’m a Coffeemate French Vanilla person, and I’m pretty sure 90% off my butt is made of Coffeemate French Vanilla, which is probably the biggest reason I finally actuall cut down.
So today, today I am thankful for lemonade. Chilly, a bit nippy, a kick to it to wake me up. And no caffiene. And let’s pretend there’s no sugar in there, maybe my butt won’t notice.