So, I thought about starting out serious since I have several very serious things on my mind, but I thought I would start out funny - so here is what happen to me on Friday afternoon:
R (husband) was out doing Home Communion and L (daughter) was really fuzzy. We are getting a few teeth in and we just couldn't let go of mommy. So I sat down to nurse her and then I was hopeful that she would go into her own crib for a nap and I could work on my Festival of Faith (since the ad off to the side). Of course, that wasn't going to happen. We just fell asleep when I see someone pulling up the drive way :/ Oh-no I thought and sure enough before I could do/say anything the doggies were a barking, the door bell was a ringing and the little girl was UP. Took care of that and sat back down and after a lot of crying, screaming and head butting (sleep is after all for wusses) L finally feel fast asleep. I, as any mother has figured out, began to work on the computer with my child draped across me - praying that she slept for at least an hour.
About 45 minutes later, my bladder was a wishing I hadn't downed two cups of water! So I carefully stood up and tried to lay her in her crib - NOT going to happen. So I draped L a little further up my shoulder and successfully used the toilet with a sleeping child! Proud of myself, I was washing my hands (one hand at a time) hopeful to get at least 15 more minutes of work in when...the cat came racing into the bathroom with both dogs hot on his trail and between the laundry detergent he knocked down and the barking and me trying to yell, quietly of course, at the animals I found myself with a screaming child who wasn't interesting in napping anymore!