A magical thing is

A magical thing is happening at my house right now, something so wonderful that only parents with more than one child will understand: the double nap. Tristan and Toby are at school and i don't have to leave to pick them up for one hour. Parker and Eliza are both sleeping. One Hour. Both Sleeping. Heaven. Only once in my life have the forces all come together for the triple nap and that my friends is a story for the books.

But today. One whole hour alone in the house. I should probably nap too; but instead i will drink tea, blog, read and laugh the freaky laugh of a sleep-deprived woman.

So on sunday we went for our hike up the mountain. About ten minutes in we were both red and blotchy and trying to enjoy nature; "look (huff) at (puff) those (huff) beautiful (fuck) trees." A few minutes later we were wondering how much further when an elderly couple jogged past us. Soldier on! Ten more minutes we passed some kids on horses and asked how much further? "About another half an hour." High five we've been walking for half an hour. After about two more minutes our weary out of shape lump sacks of bodies could go no further. We turned around.

Shane: "why do you keep looking behind you?"
me: "i keep expecting to see a cougar charging at us."

We then picked up our paces and started re-calling stories of cougar and bear attacks glancing backwards constantly. Soon enough we were hauling ass back to the car. Time of entry back in car? 22 minutes after departure.

Wimps.