Rachel made me a beautiful picture for Mother's Day on which she wrote some of my "favorites" and other things about me. After "My mom loves to..." she wrote in big capital letters NAP. True true. Today, after getting through breakfast I announced that I was going to lay down and that I did not want anyone to come and wake me up unless there was an emergency. Far too many times I've been in blissful sleep only to be awakened by the latest "so-and-so hit so-and-so" incident and someone is demanding justice. Well, justice can wait as far as I'm concerned. So, don't wake me unless it's an emergency.
Johnny: "Like, if Adam cuts his head off, that's an emergency, right Mom?"
Adam: "Or if we go outside and start a fire, that's an emergency too, right?"
Rachel: "Or if someone swallows glass, right? That's definitely an emergency!"
A normal, non-pregnant, non-sleep deprived mom might have heard alarm bells in these potential scenarios, but not me. I assured them that all three were valid reasons to wake me up, checked to make sure there were no matches within reach and went off to bed. BTW, nothing even remotely life-threatening happened while I did my favorite thing...napped.
