Ten things I'm going to do when I get some sleep

I’m feeling hopeful that any day now I’ll be able to say – hey I’m not tired. In my fantasy of such an occasion, I’ll wake feeling refreshed and ready to take on the world.
About two nights a week, Naveen sleeps for eight hours straight. Of course those are usually the nights Deaglan can find a hundred and fifty reasons he must sleep in our bed. Lately there have been a pack of hungry wild hyenas lurking in our upstairs closets, waiting to pounce the moment I fall into a blissful sleep.

Thanks Disney.
You might want to think about jacking up the G rating on Lion King next time you release it out of your precious vault. Hey and while you’re at it, I’ve had just about enough of my three year-old pointing the vaccum hose at his baby brother, yelling “Look Mommy, I’m going to shoot the savage!” Pocohontas’ message isn’t all that clear unless you’ve studied history. They haven’t covered that yet in Deaglan’s daycare. And don’t even get me started on the misogynistic vulgarity of Gaston, that sexist pig, from Beauty and the Beast.

But I digress.

Here are ten things I’m going to do when I get some sleep.

1. Turn off the babysitter – I mean the TV. And write a strongly worded letter to whoever’s in charge over at Disney these days.

2. Shower regularly and reacquaint myself with deodorant and make-up.

3. Give my pyjama pants a day off

4. Fully acknowledge that hotdogs don’t fit into a food group.

5. And while I’m at it give the microwave a break

6. Stop starting every sentence with a yawn and a ten minute explanation of how long it’s been since I had a good night’s sleep.

7. Indulge in some non-maternity undergarments.

8. Answer the phone. And stop hiding any time someone comes to the door.

9. Render Shaune speechless and possibly make his day (Month? Year??) by saying yes.

10. Come clean to Deaglan that Mommy’s not really “doing work on the computer”. It’s called blogging and no one’s paying me to do it.

We had a wonderful Easter weekend. Friday we visited with my folks where Deaglan had a blast playing with his cousins Farrah and Asia. And Sunday we visited with Shaune's family where Deaglan again had a wild time. It's hard to believe looking at this picture of him. There were about seven people trying their bloody best to make him say Cheese. I was actually gritting my teeth and threatening to take away his new toys here. Looks like a smile though, don't you think?