I'm hiding in my room on my computer, pretending I don't hear Eliza in her bed. That was a short nap. Barely an hour. And the way the past week has gone, I don't know if I'll be able to get her down again. I really cherish naptime, those few, few hours that I have to be my own person and do something quiet, or get work done, or do nothing at all. I love being a mommy. And I love my girl. And I know I will love, love, love my little boy as much as I love Eliza. But sometimes, I just want to be me, without a "Mommy!" or "There's something on my finger!" or "I'm not happy, do something about it!" Not that Eliza's that demanding, but I'm sure other parents relate. And so I want to extend this moment just a little longer before I get up and make lunch and change diapers and finish vacuuming the house and wash the dishes and find toys and whatever else it is that we moms do day-in and day-out.
Yes, there are the calls: "Mommy? Mommy!" She's pretty sweet about, the way I would croon to a cat to coax them on my lap. Off to make some mac and cheese and hope she eats it.
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