Thursday, March 26, 2009

My Own Hot Potato

Two weeks ago tonight, I was lying in bed, just about freezing to death. This amuses SwingDaddy to no end, as he points out that’s impossible in our current California weather, but whatever. I shivered and contemplated my options. SwingDaddy was scheduled for surgery the next day (surgery? Oh, I never told that story, did I? Need to get around to that.) and wasn’t feeling comfortable, so I couldn’t snuggle with my top choice.

Next, I thought about my two heat-bomb children, the ones who practically drip with sweat when they nap. I could fetch the baby and curl up around him to stay warm, the way the pioneers would heat bricks in the fireplace and wrap them in towels to tuck by their feet in bed. A living hot water bottle, and extra cute for bonus points. Mmmm.

Then I came to my senses and realized that I would be a complete idiot to retrieve a sleeping baby who was slumbering peacefully in his own crib. I steeled myself to the cold, cold air and got a thicker sweatshirt and socks.

A totally unrelated photo of my favorite Easter snack dipped in chocolate. Hat tip to Mighty Girl for the link.

1 comment:

Mayberry said...

I secretly kind of look forward to small nighttime bed invaders for just that reason!