Full belly: check.
Clean diaper: check.
Time on the rocking chair: check.
Comfortable room: check.
Still a "no go" on the content quiet baby.
Fast forward to now.
I slept an hour and a half last night. Not all in a row, mind you. That would have been almost helpful.
At about 11:30 a.m. this morning, Baby informed me she’d like some quiet time in her crib and would I please respect her privacy. I complied.
I got dressed (finally!) and made my way to the kitchen for breakfast/lunch/snack. I was pleased to find in the fridge a storage container of Taco Soup. I promptly served some into a bowl, shredded some cheese into it, broke some corn tortilla chips into it, and microzapped it. Halfway through devouring my taco soup, I realized I was REALLY hungry and would want seconds, but with a short amount of time before Baby would call for her own lunch, I didn’t want to waste time by waiting until I finished eating my first serving to prepare the second serving.
I shoved a spoonful of food into my mouth and pulled out another bowl from the cupboard and filled it with soup. I shoved another spoonful of my first bowl. I shredded some cheese for my second bowl and put it in the microwave. I had 3 or 4 more spoonfuls of my first bowl. The second bowl was ready. I broke chips into it. I finished my first bowl, grabbed the second bowl, and enjoyed the encore while typing this blog entry.
Now, I just need to decide if I want a second helping of children. It’s probably too soon to tell. Or is this the perfect moment of clarity in which to decide?
Time’s up. Your Highness beckons.