I know it’s Monday, and I know that I’d post something here about my “new series” if I were a dedicated blogger. But it’s the time of day that all stay-at-home-moms of babies and preschoolers long for, wait for, and count the minutes until: the all-treasured naptime/quiet time. Cue trumpet fanfare and break-out the secret stash of chocolate.

But…have I mentioned yet that I’m sick? Anyone?

I keep thinking, “Only two and a half week until it gets better…” I refuse to consider anything of a longer sort. If you think I’ll post more often then, you’re wrong. (Home)school is gearing up, and I’ve got a lot to catch up on in the house. How would your house look if you laid on the couch for weeks? Sure, the counters are wiped clean, but I double-dare anyone to set foot in the walk-in pantry, the storing house of all junk when the doorbell rings.

Yes, and I hear that there’s a snake under the oven. (I’m suspecting, though, that it’s a lizard.) I don’t make this stuff up.

As I was saying, it’s quiet-time. And just for today, I’m going to lay here on the couch and be quiet. After I grab my chocolate.