NaBloPoMo 2010 Day 26 — Long Day
Today was a weird one. It started last night. After a long Thanksgiving Day filled with a gluttonous amount of food and drink, we came home a little after 8:00 pm. I probably should’ve gone to bed then. Instead, I fell asleep downstairs for a couple of hours. Then, of course, I couldn’t fall asleep. I watched most of the movie Radio. I’d never seen it. Decent flick.
Eventually, I went to bed in the wee hours of the night/morning.
K-Man was up a little after 7:00 this morning. Jen leaned over and asked if I “wanted” to get up with him. As opposed to what? Sleeping for a few more hours? Sure, I’d love to get up. I knew Jen wasn’t feeling well, so I didn’t mind getting up to give her some more hours of shut-eye.
Kee did a great job “playing quietly” downstairs so he didn’t wake up Mommy. And Jen managed to get several more hours of sleep, but she struggled most of the day with the crud. Similar to the crud I had the other day, but maybe a little more flu-like. We’ll see.
Jen stayed up for a few hours before taking some more Nyquil. The Nyquil required a nap. Keegan always “gets” whatever Jen has, so when she said she needed to nap because she wasn’t feeling well, Kee said he needed to rest too because he had a cold too. Kee laid down, but only lasted about an hour. Jen was out for over three.
When Keegan woke up, we planned a trip to the Thrashers game tonight, but I told him not to tell Mommy — because she was still sleeping, and I didn’t want him to wake her up.
Just as we were about to leave for the game, Jen woke up and came downstairs. The first words out of K-Man’s mouth were: “We’re going to the Thrashers game.”
And after two beats, he added “but I’m not supposed to tell.”
We headed downtown for a little pre-game Chick-Fil-A at CNN Center before the game. Here’s Kee working on his last chicken nugget:
We lasted the usual two (of three) periods because Keegan was ready to leave. We had a little incident in the restroom, so I had to introduce Kee to the freedom of “going commando.” He adjusted well. Better than I thought he would. He can be rather particular about his clothes. I think the fact that he was wearing his fleece-lined jeans made the transition a little easier.