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| This is what sunshine looks like. |
My little lady was a cat-nap only kind of gal for the longest time. Then she turned into a two nap per day girl, with each being almost two hours. Heavenly.
Then, she grew up into the toddler-lady that she is right now. One nap only. Thanks. At daycare, 3-4 hours at a time. At home we've been lucky if she will sleep for an hour. Let me also say that in all of our time together she has never slept for 3-4 hours at home. Never.
And there's me. I appear to be very much related to my mother, who will answer the phone in spite of whatever she's doing, sometimes just to tell me that she's busy and she'll call me back.
If someone knocks on our door I will usually jump to get the door. After all, this is The Country, so it must be important, yes?
The truth is, if it's not someone we're expecting, it's often Jehovah's Witnesses, who drive around The Country door knocking. Now that's believing in your cause.
Yesterday when BNHQ* rumbled to life with a sports exhaust kind of welcome, Millie awoke suddenly half an hour into her sleep. Awoke is the wrong word. JUMPED AWAKE AND STARTED SCREAMING is perhaps more accurate. Poor poppet. I picked her up and we just sat in the darkness of her room, listening to her music mobile and cuddling. I was prepared to call it on the nap, and we'd just grit our teeth through the afternoon (7 hours until bedtime....argh). Then I heard it.
Knock, knock.
So softly I wasn't sure if it was the wind on the screen door or not, there was a knock at the front door. As I heard this knock I looked down and noticed Millie almost conked out again. Unheard of.
I decided to let the door go. I thought it was perhaps one of the tradesman who have been fixing our bathroom, and that they would wait a few minutes. No one was coming between my Millie and her unheard of continuation of nap.
Millie closed her eyes and went back to see her friends The Snoozebears. I tiptoed out of the room and went to the door to see what had happened. And that's when I saw it.
The polite knocking had been from a courier. Perhaps they saw the car seat in the car and kid paraphernalia everywhere, and being parents themselves realised that it was possibly nap-time, so not the best time to announce one's arrival. Perhaps they knocked louder than I realised and I didn't hear it. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
I'm so thankful that they didn't give me a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK, only to hand me a parcel. I like to think it was my above 'Couriers as Parents' theory and they decided it didn't need to be signed for after all, so they wedged it in my screen door.
Today, I'm thankful for the politeness of strangers, who really made my afternoon so much easier. Little M snoozed on for another hour or so and woke up full of sunshine.
What are you thankful for today?
*BNHQ: Bogan Neighbour HeadQuarters. Our loud neighbours across the road, who seem to squeeze about 5 people into a 1.5 bedroom house.
