Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Wednesday, February 01, 2006
I went into the kids' room this morning to get them up and saw nothing but a huge pile of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals on Jared's bed. I wasn't too worried, as I knew he might have migrated to our bedroom, or he might be under the blankets or even under the bed. Upon closer inspection, however, I realized that the bedclothes were piled unusually high and there was absolutely no sign of Jared. Not even a toe or or finger was exposed. A little digging did determine that Jared was indeed burrowed underneath it all, and completely fast asleep.
Sara, meanwhile, was asleep in her crib, after having tossed her pillow, blanket, and everthing else overboard.
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Rebecca turns into a mummy first and then burrows. It's a major job unwrapping her sometimes in the morning so she can get out of the top bunk without killing herself. |
| Posted by Ann Adams |
I used to sleep with the covers over my head, but now I only like them up just above my shoulders. My big problem is my arms -- they totally get in the way. I really wish they were detachable so I could take them off at bedtime... only, how would I get them back on in the morning? |
| Posted by Uncle Roger |