I spent my morning doing something I never do.
I was on call... and I hit a record for the slowest day I have ever had behind the pager.
Beckham was good...
because he was touching me all day.
Most of the day...
But he did take a nap, without his ear pressed against my heart.
That was nice.
I cleaned a little.
My mom took Maddox to Chuck E. Cheese for a birthday party.
Maddox is still not aware that the place is open for play other than birthdays.
I'm not that cool of a mom.
When I think of Chuck...
I think of staph, and flu and pink eye and SARS.
None of which has Maddox picked up from either visit...
but you never know. ;)
Either way, it wore him out.
And when I got this picture from mom...
I was excited that my quiet was going to continue.
But I've been wrong before...
Beckham woke up.
Maddox was on a sugar high.
Lance came home.
Nothing was quiet.
The house looked like crap again in no time.
The life I chose.
I'm not really complaining...
Just stating the facts.
Maybe I will meet it again one day...
In another 3 years or so.