I love Saturday!

Saturday has to be my most favourite day of the week. It is the first day of the weekend, with another weekend day to look forward to and Alan is home. It is a slow/busy day of rest, cooking, shopping, projects, reading and cleaning.

Alan is building me a lovely hall shelf for just outside the bathroom. There is an area at the end of the hall thatis perfect for storage, 8 inches deep by 7+ feet tall by 3+ feet wide. We purchased lumber and Alan spent the morning prepping the area, I bought paint and things are moving along nicely.

Alan is off at his lip-reading class. Yes, there is such a thing. Alan is hard of hearing. Actually, completely deaf in one ear and hard of hearing in the other. He wants to be able to function as effectively in the workplace as possible, IF his hearing deteriorates any more than it has, so he is taking this class. He can already lip read reasonably well (don't all husbands?) and we sign a lot at home, and he has hearing aids. I, personally choose to believe that his hearing will miraculously come back.

The boys are playing wii. They earned the games by cleaning their room, which looks lovely... other than the occasional yell by Liam when he doesn't win (he has yet to master good sportsmanship), all is quiet on the boy front.

I have decided to add a few more animals to the boy's pet collection. I think it will be good for them to have pets to care for and study. We will be adding a lovely black guinea pig to our family early next week, and possibly a lion-head rabbit. Alan thinks I am crazy, but having pets to care for teaches kids to care for someone other than themselves, responsibility, empathy and is supposed to be calming... all good things in my book.

Will soon post pictures!

Bliss

There is nothing like starting the day wedged between a 3 year old, who insists on sharing your pillow, and a 5 year old with sleep apnea who snores like a bandsaw. You should try it!

It was in such a position I found myself this morning.

Deciding that I, too, wanted to sleep comfortably, and realising there were several perfectly unoccupied beds down the hall, I decided to take action.

Carefully and gracefully I extricated myself from the jumble of limbs, blankets and stuffed animals and wiggled down to the foot of the bed.

Looking back I realised why I'd been so crowded. My dear, kind and very deaf husband was sprawled across more than his half of our ample-sized bed. Leaving the remaining space for me and two preschoolers.

The boys room is a quiet, cool place. Soft music plays all night. An ever-changing glow-lamp casts a myriad of colours on the wall and ceiling. The best thing about it is that...yes, it is empty.

Snuggled into bed, it didn't take long for me to drift off...and it took even less time to feel the inevitable poke on the cheek.

Noggin wants a cuddle and I am, technically, sleeping in his bed.

I move over and make space while he gets comfortable. He has his own pillow, but prefers to share mine. I open my eyes to see him staring at me, inches away.

He giggles and closes his eyes.

In moments, we are both fast asleep, again.