Rain splatting against the windows woke me this morning as the baby stirred; he apparently hasn't realized yet that rain + Monday + sleeping big brother = the perfect opportunity to sleep.
So we woke up, got dressed, visited some friends and began heading home after lunch.
I yearned for a nap the minute we finished lunch, but I knew both kids were going to pass out in the car on the way home when I saw both of them rub their eyes at nearly the exact same minute.
But this time, instead of fighting the inevitable, I let the car lull the boys to sleep. I drove home in relative silence and contemplated how I was going to get both of them inside while still sleeping so I could take the nap I seriously wanted. I have failed at transporting sleeping children about five times now during the past five weeks. I didn't think today was going to be my lucky day.
And as I drove through the rain yearning for a nap, I remembered a quote I'd read at our Curves:
"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."
Hmmm. I could forsee that trying to get all of us inside for a nap probably likely would end with three crabby people, so I did what any sane, thinking mother would do:
I pulled into the garage; I turned the car off; I left the music on; I pulled a blanket and pillow out of the back seat, and I went to sleep right there in the front seat.
There's more than one way to skin a cat, and if you're the mama of a toddler and a newborn, it's best for everyone if you figure it out sooner rather than later.