A day off...

...that's what I felt like I had today. I was so happy to be hopping in the car ALONE and heading to T-town for yoga. Every errand is enjoyable when I can think complete thoughts and nurse my *starbucks* habit guilt-free. (when I use my TAP certs, I have no guilt about indulging in corporate caffeinated goodness, hey, my kids have to get an education, right?) I was blissful in Claudias, I browsed the bookstore (I looked for you, Suepy) and found every title my heart was currently pining for, I ate Panera for lunch, and I thoroughly enjoyed yoga.
I am explaining all of this only because things have been tough here lately, and I really appreciate a day (half a day, really) alone. My body is that no-sleep kind of stiff and achy all over. Ashton is not sleeping, and my next investment is dangerously close to being a crib lid. I did a search on amazon and was surprised to find a lot of different options for trapping your child in his bed. It is starting to sound like a pretty good idea.
Does anyone have any other suggestions? Anything I haven't tried? I'm grasping for straws here!
I even perused my old mommy-help books and found nothing new or helpful. I have been reading a lot more though, sitting in Ashton's room so he won't climb out of his crib. The whole house seems to have been bitten by the reading bug lately, I think it's the weather. Sean is exempt from this observation, it being football season and all. Mason and I are making our way through a wonderful book of old fashioned fairy tales, which are much darker than the versions I remember. I worried at first that he would be frightened by them, but he has no problems understanding the difference between a story and reality. The Twelve Dancing Princesses was our tale last night, where unlucky fellows try to find out for the king where his daughters are sneaking off to dance each night. I remembered the gist of the story, but not the fact that quite a few of the men were beheaded before one was successful (yeesh). He is also discovering one of my childhood favorites, Amelia Bedelia. Good old Amelia Bedelia, I forgot how silly and literal you are. Mason giggles every time she gets herself into trouble.
I have been reading the new Mothering and Brain, Child magazines, my two all time favorites. I also just finished Confessions of a Jane Austin Addict and am right in the middle of Catch 22. That's the one benefit of football season, I guess. Sean doesn't mind my being absent in a book when he's watching a game. I only wish I had someone to read with...which is why the Mom's Club Book Club will be starting soon. I have a couple of books in mind, I just need participants. Hopefully I won't end up drinking coffee and discussing the book-of-the-month by myself.