The positive side affects of laziness.

Now that winter is fully upon us the days (while it is light for less time) seem longer and longer.
Too cold for the park or much outdoor play and with three kids one of them is usually sick.
So between being stuck in the house and the usual business of the holiday's getting ready for Christmas and the increase of business for me during the holiday season I am pretty tired. Tired of being inside. Tired of not getting enough sleep. tired.

Sunday night Teague was throwing up (fun) but was fine all day yesterday. So I got us all packed up to go a holiday party/play date with one of my mom's groups. I planned it out so that we would leave about an hour before it started to run a couple of drive through errands and that way Sullivan would sleep a bit since the party was during his usual nap time. So Sully goes in the car first and he is just hanging out while I load all our stuff and the other two boys. By the time I get everything in Sully is asleep (yeah!) but then is woken up by his brothers as we pull out of the driveway (damn it!). So we are driving around doing our errands and are just a few minutes from arriving just before the party starts and Teague starts whining saying that he wants me to hold him (happens about 30 times a day but not usually this whiny). I ask if he thinks he is going to throw up and he says no but we have learned that he is not a reliable when it comes to this. Seems like he always thinks we are asking him if he wants to throw up (of course not) instead of if he is going to. So, next thing I know he dry heaves in the back seat. A very realistic dry heave to the point that I thought the real stuff was coming up next. I pull over help him get his coat off thinking maybe he was hot and give him a bag so that I don't end up having to clean vomit out of my car. Party off. So I drive to the party, run in and tell them we are not staying and we head home. We get home in a few minutes and he seems to be feeling better. Perhaps he is getting my carsickness? Anyway so after all the effort to get us out of the house we are now at home with a child who is not vomiting. Good and Bad. :) But now I am tired again. We hang out for a while, Sully naps and now it is time for me to make everyone's lunch. I don't mind the laundry or the two kids in diapers but I am not crazy about making multiple meals 3 times a day. One for me. One for the boys. One for Sully. Anyway, I look over and starring at me is the rest of Dan's chocolate birthday cake. Hmm.
Can I? Should I? Why not? I just keep eating it myself and since I am trying to lose the rest of the baby weight it would be better for all of us if it was just gone. Ok yes I'll do it.
So I pull out 3 plates and slice up 3 pieces of chocolate cake with chocolate frosting for myself, Beckett & Teague to eat for lunch. I call the boys over for lunch and then come over the to the table. They look up at me but then quickly look down and start eating their cake before I change my mind.

So, while I was feeling to lazy today to make my kids a proper lunch. I smile at the thought of my kids talking one day about how their mom just served them up some chocolate cake for lunch and they hadn't even asked for it.