It rained ALL DAY. In fact, it is still raining. Thankfully, I thought to schlep out in the middle of the day to retrieve firewood and let it dry out. As I write this, my fingers and toes are toasty from our first of many fires this season.
The rain made the morning a bit mundane. Neither the kids nor I were feeling all that energetic or creative. They had some success playing games together. I tried to get a few things done around the house. My blatant disregard for my children during these brief intervals caused them to immediately crank and fuss and, all of a sudden, no game was good enough. I put on Diego.
The rain rewarded us in the afternoon with extended quiet time. I got my work done. I read my book. I listened to the sound of the rain against the window and then realized that was all I could hear. My oldest rarely actually sleeps during nap time anymore and that is just as well. We all get our breaks even though mine is to the soundtrack of her constant narrative. But, today she had looked very tired and I was glad she had succumbed. Our upcoming weekend will be busy as was our previous one.
Just as I dozed off myself, I heard her cry out in alarm, "Mommy! Mommy!" I knew she had woken up, confused in a fuzz after midday sleep. I scaled the steps in that quick way only someone who lives here can, and found her sitting up on her bed.
"It's OK, baby, " I whispered, my other baby still down. "You fell asleep today. You feel weird? Come here, lie back down with Momma."
She quickly obliged and told me she was cold. I wrapped us both tight and she snuggled deep into my arms, her face to my chest. Only a few minutes later, she was fast asleep, her cute lips slightly parted, her breath sweet on my skin. I was in heaven, cradling her little body and stroking her soft, orange hair.
I closed my eyes, but then she shifted abruptly and I knew it would end. I looked down at her and found her looking up at me in genuine surprise.
"Mommy, why are you in here?" she asked with a smile. "I didn't know you were here."
I started to explain what had happened, but the longer I spoke the more concerned she looked. So I paused.
And then, my four-and-a-half-year-old angel, baby doll peed all over herself, the bed, and me.