My Own Private Slice

Summer vacation: the time of year every kid looks forward to.  Long chunks of uninterrupted fun.

So much fun, apparently, that certain four-year-old little girls can't seem to be bothered with little things like sleep.  For the past few nights, The Princess has been staying up progressively later and later.  Nothing has changed since she got out of school a couple of weeks ago that could possibly seem to cause this.

No reason, really.

She just doesn't go to bed anywhere near a normal time.  Wednesday night, for example, she kept The Hubbs up until one o'clock in the morning, happily frolicking and playing the whole time.

Naturally, this was the evening of the first day my back didn't hurt, so I ended up conking out a little bit early (still getting used to the medicine, I think)...which means The Hubbs was left to his own devices with our sweet little whirling dervish for a good four hours after I had fallen asleep.

That man is a saint.  He treats me like a princess and devotes oodles of time to our beautiful daughter and our fur kids, not to mention the fact that he takes care of all of the housework (and - believe me - there's a lot...I'm no peach!).  All of this is done with a smile on his face, as if this is the way it was always supposed to be.

That girl is an angel.  She may walk to the erratic beat of her own special little drum, but she is by far one of the happiest kids I've ever known.  Sure, she stays up late and hasn't taken a nap since she was 18 months old, but she's the smile-iest, giggliest little shorty around.

It may not always look like it from the outside, but this here is my own private slice of heaven, folks.