I tend to make things complicated. Overly complicated.
I woke up early this morning. Lucy woke up early this morning. Is 3:30 the morning? Eventually we went back to sleep. Around 5:30. I fear that may have been the morning nap.
On the weekends in the morning MQD and I have a date. Sometimes on Saturday. Sometimes on Sunday. The kids goof around in the living room and we stay in bed for twenty minutes. It is the sum total of our alone time for the week since Lucy has been born. I treasure it.
This morning it was raining. MQD was tired. I have a sore throat. This is not a recipe for a super weekend morning date.
I make things complicated. Is MQD tired because he is tired of me? Did Lucy wake up at 3:30 because we are both getting sick? Is my sore throat a bug I caught from Emily and the cesspool of germs that is the first grade?
No. Today I decided to make things simple. MQD is tired because he is tired. He told me I can take a nap this afternoon so I let him sleep in.
I have a sore throat because my throat is sore. A shot of booze in my decaf coffee means I will have a fabulous afternoon nap. And my throat doesn’t hurt anymore.
Lucy has ticklish armpits. And she thinks this little joke I made up is incredibly funny. Hey Lucy, your village called. They want their Lucy back!! To really drive it home you have to say Luuuucy in a crazed and loud voice. See previous comment regarding a shot of liquor at 9:30 in the morning. Not having any trouble with this.
Sometimes you have to simplify. Sunday is a great day.