Nap Time

I had to buy some new sewing machine needles because apparently when I am making quilts, I tend to break them. Coming home from the store, Cutecumber stumbled in through the front door, eyes half-closed, and said that she was going to take a nap.

After my mini heart attack, brought on by the shock of that rare announcement, I skipped off to quilt in peace!

Then I hear...

"MOM, can you take off my shoes?"

...so I get up and go into her room and remove her shoes and start A Bugs Life in the DVD player before she has a chance to ask me for that too. Staying one step ahead, that's the name of the game right?

I return to my sewing machine and just as I sit down...

"MOM, I need a tissue."

then...

"MOM, take my clothes off."
...

"MOM, take my pony tails out."
...

"MOM, I need to poop."
...

"MOM, put my shirt back on."
...

"MOM....MOM...MOM!?"

I started ignoring her until I heard a little movement behind me as I tried to thread the needle. (I still haven't even threaded the needle yet!) and I turned around to see Cutecumber sitting on the chair behind me. I gave her the evil eye.

"I not sleepy now," she says.

Of course she's not, but I sure am. Funny how that works isn't it?