Mommy PillowPet

Superhero Sheep (Photo credit: elisharene)

During the day, I appear to be an every-day, average mom of three. But at night, I am magically transformed into something else. I am more than a super hero. I am better than a mere mom. I am a human pillow.

Yes, you read correctly. I am a squishy, cozy, heat-producing pillow, on which every member of my household must lie.

I am not knocking myself in the weight category; that is not even part of the equation, regardless of the fact that my extra-ness does actually make me more pillow-like.

I am referring to the fact that once I become still (having finished dinner, homework, chores, etc.), I evidentially send out some kind if homing signal to every person and animal within our humble abode.

Within mere minutes, I have little humans, big humans, and animals sitting around me, beside me, and, quite literally, on me.

The good news is that enjoy all the cuddly, sweet, love-y time.

The bad news? It gets HOT! My family produces enough body heat to contribute significantly to the global warming problem- and they are all on me! After the initial "awww" moment of having all whom I love and adore within inches of my person has passed, I begin sweating like I'm wearing a fur coat over a wet suit in a sauna.

So, every once in a while I call a "time out" so I can get up and breathe, before resuming the position.

Then I snuggle in, squeeze those precious people (and animals), take in their sweet, sweet scent, and count my blessings. :)

Hello!

It has been a long time since I've posted. Partly because I have been so very, very busy (and I like to sleep-- so something had to give.)

But partly also because my three muses have banded together and prohibited me from writing. Well- writing about them. And it's kind of hard to write posts about parenting and children when the children beg you not to write about them.

When something would happen in my house that was post-worthy, my kids would immediately cry, "Mom, please don't put this on Facebook!"

First, I wanted to reply, "It's not on Facebook, it's my blog..." But that's splitting hairs...

(The up side of their reluctance to share is that telling my kids I will post something is a fabulous deterrent for bad behavior!)

But when I was left with having to dig to have subject matter, (and the animal stories were tired) it seemed a great time to take a break.

Recently, however, my fingers have begun itching again whenever I get near a keyboard.

And, I found I was talking to myself- composing endless posts (that seemed quite entertaining in my head).

So, here I am: posting again. We'll see where this blog goes. After all, even if I don't post directly about my kids, I may "mention" them. And besides that, I am still MommyBarbie! ;-)