While he's snoozing

I'm nannying for a cute and chunky little 20 month old boy today.
He is snoozing, and I am blogging.

Also eating.

Is it bad if there was a note on the lid of a Pyrex pan that said, "Help yourself to the Rice Krispy treats!" and my first thought when I opened the lid was "How many of these can I eat without crossing the line of what is socially acceptable to eat when you are nannying for someone?" Because that's exactly what I thought. That and "is the whole pan too much?"

I decided two or three or maybe 4 is OK if I blame one on the kiddo. And since I have spent the entire afternoon staring at the rest of the pan deemed "socially unacceptable," I will be making a batch of Rice Krispy Treats tonight. Because they are like eating a sugar coated cloud of deliciousness.

I may also be eating a bowl of CoCoa Puffs because I recently discovered the enchantment that is puffy chocolate cereal that leaves you with a bowl of chocolate milk afterwards all over again. Sweet pregnant lady heaven.

Today the little charge is snoozing and I am stressing out. Not only because of the "how many krispies am I allowed to eat?" dilemma, but also because the Hubs and I just found out that a house we have been looking at for two years has taken a nose-dive in price and will go into foreclosure next week. For a price that is less that what we are currently asking for our house. And this house is larger. And much newer...like, by 90 years. And it is closer to both sets of grandparents. And is out in the country like we would love to be. So I'm stressed. Because it's an incredible opportunity that seems just WAY too good to be true. I can't help but hope because how cute would my little man look wearing overalls and sitting in the green grass in the backyard of a new house so much closer to his grandparents?!? Ahhh...stressful. There are a ton of questions to be answered and loose ends to tie and miracles to happen. But I'm hoping. Because I have just enough pregnancy crazy in me to hope.

Oh gosh. Just thinking about the house again propelled me into the kitchen. I just ate another Rice Krispy treat. I really did. The horror!

I am also popping some Tums. Really.

While he is snoozing, I am praying. Because I know if it is meant to be, it will happen. God always has a way of making things happen that are meant to be. And if it isn't meant to be, I'll know it wasn't in God's plan, and that's OK with me. Because the Big Guy knows what He's doing, folks. If it doesn't work out, I'll go back to planning my little house's 100th birthday party. Any house that lives to be 100 years old deserves a party, and this dude's big 1-0-0 is right around the corner. There will be party favors and Jones sodas. Like all the best parties have.

While he is snoozing, I am also thinking: "You crazy Bachelor. Please pick Tenley. And how do I get sucked into watching you each week? And why am I mad that I have to wait two weeks for the finale?"

While he's snoozing, I'm contemplating how I can justify asking the Hubs to give me a back rub when I get home tonight despite the fact that he hasn't been feeling well for four days. Maybe I'll drug him up on Nyquil and then ask. Because goodnight, this little guy has been jabbing me in the ribs all day and that is just not my back's favorite game.

While he's snoozing, I'm wondering how much longer he'll be zonked out. Because as soon as he wakes up, I can eat another Rice Krispy treat and blame it on him. Hmm...

In the meantime, I'm going to go look at pictures of my dream house. And maybe buy a few lotto tickets. Just for funsies.