It is rare, but some weekends we are home with nothing we have to do, nowhere to be, nobody is coming.
I have a guilty pleasure on these days. I take a nap with Olivia. It is awesome. We get in my bed and giggle, swapping silly stories until I have to tell Monk-monk to wind down and take a nap.
Sometimes I wake up before her and this is what I get to stare at like the creepy stalker mom in the book, "I Love You Always." If she wakes up first, monk-monk usually attacks me, or starts singing to me.
I hope we have nothing to do tomorrow too. And if we do, I might just ignore it.
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