Guest Napper #56 – Resolved to Rest
Here’s a good New Year’s Resolution:
Get a smaller dog.
Feeling weighed down by January?
Thanks to Gabrielle’s tot for showing us all that we’re not alone in feeling like we just can’t get up for work tomorrow.
Happy New Year!
Intermission
The days between the excess and exhaustion of the holidays and the dawn of the New Year are strange ones. Most people are pretty much done with the merriment, but it takes that week to really get your head wrapped around the idea of the New Year.
Cormac suggests simply conking out in a sunny spot. Heck…put your feet up while you’re at it.
Sunlit Snooze
Don’t lie. You’re feeling jealous right now.
As the book resting under Cormac’s head proclaims, “Oh, the places you’ll go!” in 2012. Once you are able to rouse yourself. And also if your feet aren’t dead asleep from being raised above your heart for two hours.
Guest Napper #55: SHHHH! I’m Shopping!
I just got back from Wegmans. At 9 a.m., the entire produce section was like a piranha feeding frenzy.
The olive bar resembled a game of Duck, Duck, Goose, with patrons circling the kalamatas like anxious predators.
Tense shoppers parked their carts in gridlocked spots around the cheese island, looking like they need a Valium more than a wheel of brie.
There were no chives. I will have to come up with another plan for garnishing my butternut squash soup.
I hope that Trent’s mom, Lizette, made a previous trip to Food Lion earlier in the week, because it looks as if she’s shopped this kid out and still has nothing in her cart.
You should have come earlier.
Okay, well, in Lizette’s defense, this isn’t really a photo from today. But it was really perfect for my mood. Which is not good. They have POLICE directing traffic AT THE GROCERY STORE, PEOPLE. How is this festive?
Now I’m home making beef stock, though, while my sainted husband steam vacuums our furniture. That’s putting the spirit of the holidays right back in my heart.
Be of good cheer, friends!
Comfort Food
Speaking of grilled cheese…evidence is mounting that it has a strong soporific effect.
That sandwich was a knockout!
Contrary to his spicy attire, Cormac is feeling extremely laid-back after, apparently, eating all but the crusts of his sandwich and then arranging them in some kind of modern art installation on his Easter egg plate.
Now, my boys aren’t even twins, and they seem to have some kind of telepathy going on. Little did Cormac know, his brother had done something extremely similar in the basement.
We do steam the couch, often, just so you know.
I am not as impressed with William’s crust-arranging skills, but he is truly the superior performer on the Xbox.
I think Celestial Seasonings should make a bedtime grilled cheese tea. It seems to be effective. That would be gross, though, wouldn’t it?
Insomnia be damned!