Captured

Matt and I have this tradition of personal chitchat time when he comes home. The kids have to go play while I sit in the bathroom and visit with Matt while he showers. And then, while he gets dressed in our room. Is this weird? Probably. Is that us? Yup.

Anyway.

They don't mind a bit (well, most days) and neither do I, I really enjoy it actually. But this day, talking led to eventual sleeping and I am not sure how. Matt has this ability to sleep anywhere, in any position, at any time if he is so inclined-and on days like this day, he was.

So he fell asleep on my legs.

And I was trapped. Stranded. Tied down. Stuck.

With movement only allowed in my fingertips, I was able to pass the time taking pictures (once I begged Corynn to bring me my camera.)

Longingly, I watched the kids playing farm in the hall. I would have very much liked to have joined them. But alas. Stuck is what I was with a big slumbering bear on my legs, which were quickly getting the tingles of sleep themselves.

I watched the ceiling fan for a while but the dust lining each side of each blade quickly had me disgusted.

I admired the new afghan I got at Sallies for $1.50

I played with my fingers, wiggled my toes to keep my legs from falling asleep, and hummed some tunes.

Then I got REALLY bored.

So I took a picture of Matt's hands.

(They are banged up but they are CLEAN-and that says alot for a cowman whose job it is to stick his hand where the sun don't shine.)

And then, I took Bunkin's first picture. Or not. It's the belly (specifically, mine) the flattest it's going to be for the rest of THIS year anyhow (and TRUST me, that ain't saying much...).

Bunkin is just a little speck.

Funny, how little specks can make you feel so crummy some days...