Monday is my least favorite day. This weekend I did nothing. I was a couch potato in the first degree. I didn't do anything except go to the grocery store, cook supper, make some cookies and move some dreaded laundry from the washer to the dryer. I didn't do anything. And I loved it.
And then today I had to go back to work. I had to go to the office. Blah! I had to go to the office and I actually had to work. I had to call about 50 people and ask them what the heck they planned to do for the summer. I had to complete housing assistance forms for about 2/3 of those. I had to answer the phone and deal with people who came in. I like my job. I don't like it so much on Mondays.
My babies didn't spend the night at home last night though. Mommaw and Poppaw kept them at their house. I can't say that upset me too much. I love my boys. I truly do. I wouldn't take a million dollars for them. I don't mind having a break from them every once in a while though. Mommaw asked them to stay so that I wouldn't have to drive all the way to her house this morning. That meant that I didn't have to get up until 6 am this morning. Oh that felt good.
Mommaw woke up this morning, about 3 am, with my child standing beside her bed like something out of a creepy Steven King movie. He needed his pants buttoned. At 3 am. He needed his pants buttoned at 3 am. Apparently, last night he insisted on sleeping in his jeans. When he got up to pee at 3 am, he couldn't go back to sleep with unbottoned pants. That would have been ridiculous. He's not four years old yet so he can't button his pants on his own. So, he needed Mommaw to help him. Nothing strange at all about that.
Saturday night, hubby went to a gospel concert and got home at about 11:30 pm. He was coming upstairs when Big BK got out of his bed and went to the bathroom. I was in bed but awake. Big BK came through my bedroom, to my bathroom. He stopped in front of my toilet and growled, whined a little then went to his bathroom. In his bathroom he did something similar. I got up to find out what was wrong. He growled and growled and came back out of his bathroom. He stood in the hallway and whined. I asked him if he needed to use the bathroom. He just whined. I led him to my bathroom, stood behind him while he peed and then led him back to his room. He laid down in his bed and went directly to sleep. I'm not sure he was ever actually awake.
He just asked the hubby where his nail gun is. Nothing wrong with that. Doesn't every 4 year old need a nail gun?
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