Fold My Laundry Please

This post is brought to you by the "Where On Earth" video dance project, the letter E, and the number 4.  Don’t forget!  You’ve only got TWO MORE DAYS to get your video in to me!  They’re due by midnight Pacific time on Sunday, July 27th!  (Okay, okay…10 am Pacific on Monday the 28th…we all know I won’t be awake much before then.)  No more time extensions!  Just send it to foldmylaundryplease@gmail.com and put "Where On Earth" in the subject line. 

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Now back to our regularly scheduled program already in progress.

Recently, Soul lodged a formal complaint with Body, Inc. stating that it could no longer handle the abuse that the constant bickering, screaming, running, begging, crying, laughing, hitting, talking, breaking, hugging, needing, wanting, loving, hating, eating, and all of the other things that come with having four children ages 6 and under running loose indoors heaps upon it daily.  In short, Soul needed a break. 

Brain called an emergency meeting with all of the other department heads (you know, Heart, Lungs, Muscles, Bones, Stomach, those guys) and asked everyone for their input.  Heart said it frequently found itself racing too many times throughout the day.  Lungs stated likewise.  Bones and Muscles were wearing thin and Stomach said acid production was beginning to get out of hand. 

Finally, after hours of deliberation, a decision was reached.  It was agreed by all that Naptime was needed.  For the kids that is, not Mom…although that would be nice, too.  However, Brain was quick to point out that Naptime would not be well received by the masses.  These children were not the napping type.  The objections that would be voiced might just be enough to push Soul completely over the edge. 

But desperate times call for desperate measures and so the department heads of Body, Inc. opted to rename Naptime.  Henceforth it would be referred to as Quiet Time.  Quiet Time could include lying in bed, reading, sleeping, and staring at the ceiling.  Quiet Time would not include talking, playing, or getting out of bed.

The decree was issued and enforced.  And a flaw in the plan was discovered.  Boys that share the same room will not refrain from talking, playing, getting out of bed, or building forts out of bed mattresses.  This further irritated Soul, and Body, Inc. had to rapidly reformat their original plan. 

Only minor tweaking was required.  Boy One would go up to his room alone to quietly read.  Part One of Plan B was found to be successful.  Boy One happily went to his room and spent a full hour using his newfound reading skills to absorb many volumes of Junie B. Jones each and every afternoon. 

But what to do with Boy Two? 

Boy Two was relegated to the couch.  He was to be given a book to peruse and a blanket to cover his legs with.  Talking was forbidden. 

And something magical happened.

Could it be?

It would appear that…

Boy Two was napping!  Part 2 of Plan B was also success!!  A GLORIOUS SUCCESS!!!

Boy Two willingly lays down each day and quietly drifts off to sleep.  For an hour.  Sometimes more. 

Body, Inc. rejoiced at the success of their plan and Soul regained a long missed vitality once more. 

Long live Quiet Time!

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