ABOUT ME

About me: I'm 40 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 8-year-old Junior, our 5-year-old Everett, our baby and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.

Monday, September 19, 2011

You can lie down with me if you want

A package was sitting in the mailbox today. For little old me. I raced back to the house and tore it open. I didn't even let Junior help me with the wrapping paper, that's how excited I was.

Inside I found this, from my mother:



I immediately started laughing hysterically. Both Junior and Chuck looked at me like I was crazy.

"Permission to nap?" I howled. "That's the funniest thing I've ever heard. Like what's standing between me and a good nap is permission." I fell to the floor and held my stomach. I was rolling around good.

"How about two kids? How about a flea infestation and working full time? How about a sink full of dishes, a washing machine full of clothes and a table full of empty dinner plates? Nope! That's not keeping me from repose on the couch. Permission is."

Chuck and Junior stood over me.

"Oh, that's good," I hooted. "That's really friggen good. Thank God she sent me that book. Everything is so much clearer. I now know what's keeping me from restoring my spirit."

I wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Need a hand up or are you staying on the ground?" Chuck asked.

"No, no," I said. "I'm fine right here. I'm giving myself permission to take a nap right here and now. 'Mrs. Mullet, you are free to sleep for as long as you need!' "

"You've lost it."

I placed a hand over my eyes. "If you need anything from the fridge, please step over me."



"Mommy! Get up!"

"Sssshhhh, Junior. I'm napping."

6 comments:

Lady Goo Goo Gaga said...

Lol, well it's a nice sentiment anyways...my mother always says the same thing. She'll say " why don't you just take a nap or read a magazine? You are so crazy..."
Well mom, if by crazy you mean accomplishing necessary tasks throughout the day then....yes.....crazy

Jana@anattitudeadjustment.com said...

As usual, you make me crack up right before bed. I'm giving myself permission to sleep through the night. (It is sweet that your mother is worried about your spirit, no?)

Pricilla said...

Mothers can be so very entertaining, can't they?

Mama Badger said...

Hmmm, maybe you do need that nap. It's entertaining that she sent a book and not a nanny, though.

SmartBear said...

LOL...I'd rather get permission to drink. Or get a pedicure. Or go to a rated R movie by myself. Or eat the whole pint of ice cream. I get up at the butt crack of dawn so I can give myself permission to have a life. A nap? Psshaw!! Pass me a martini. Cheers.
But for you? I'll close the blinds and let you rest, if that's what you need. ;)
Best,
Tina

Working Mommy said...

hahaha!! nothing like a good nap on the kitchen floor...kinda like in college when we were drunk and that cool floor was a welcomed pass out area!

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