I got up this morning, sent Ziz and Enz off to school, dressed Moo and Duke, went for a run, came home and showered. By then it was time to go pick up the kindergartners (early release day) so I did that, stopped for gas on the way home. Brought an extra five year old home with me to stay for an hour while I whipped my kitchen into shape so I could make three batches of jam before feeding my kids a late lunch and starting on a peach pie because I pealed more peaches than I needed for my three batches of jam. Is it any wonder that at two thirty as I tried to convince Duke that his waking up after only an hour and a half of sleep (he usually naps 3 hours) was a mistake I found myself snuggled up with him in the pack and play? It was really quite comfortable.
(I actually wrote that on Friday. Today I made another 3 batches of jam plus one simmering pot of pear butter and managed it without finding myself cocooned in infant bedding of any kind.)