I have loved only two children at home the last week.
After putting Drew down for his afternoon nap, I begin the bribing with Joshua to "watch shows in my room" which is code for 'take a nap.' (fruit roll-ups, a sucker, or a thing of smarties and a timer on the television in my room work mini miracles at our house.)
I've loved the few days that I have had a couple of hours all to myself. It is certainly something new around here and I love every second of it.
Even if Joshua's naps cause him to stay up a little later at night.... Mike is home by then....
But, sometimes the fruit roll-ups, suckers, smarties and television timer only work mini-miracles. Which means, once the timer turns off, Joshua sneaks up to where I am and with a big grin on his face, and arms open wide, declares, "I waked up!"
And after a slight sigh that my personal time only lasted thirty minutes, I can't help but smile at his deception, his squinted eyes and big smile, and I pull him into my arms.
And even though I still have bills to pay, or a PTA email to send, or a lesson to prepare, or a toilet to clean, or weeds to pull, or a phone call to return, or laundry to switch, or I simply want to read a book of my choosing, I don't.
And whether we are reading 'The Gingerbread Cowboy' for the 3,451st time that day, or Joshua is eating his 737th popsicle for the day, while I sit on a chair and watch, I am reminded of this: