Saturday was plain awful. It got to a point where I didn’t think I’d make it through the weekend without sinking into full-on depression. Not sure why. Probably SIMPLY that I didn’t have my crack Starbucks Soy Chai latte…, or that my parents have been away for two weeks, that Josh-O went away, that the babysitter bailed all week, that I’ve been working overtime teaching yoga to moms, babies and these guys….


Love! It was pajama day….

So…, I went to bed early Saturday night. REALLY early. As in 9pm. I snuggled up under my blankets and cherished the alone time. The doing absolutely nothing.

Of course, Rascal woke up at 5am the next morning — which was actually A VERY GOOD NIGHT for him. Much better than the usual up-at-1am-3am-5am…. But, he did go back to sleep from about 6 to 8:30. And, I took advantage of it and had a pretty cool dream about sparkly jewelry….

So, I slept last A LOT last night. And, today (Sunday)? I was on top of EVERYTHING. I was a total Stepford mom — only with personality and a love of kitties….

Check it:

1. I worked out.

2. I cleaned the house.

3. I cooked Rascal rice-macaroni and cheese with pureed cauliflower for lunch, and made Monkey an avocado-cheese-and-tomato sandwich (hello???? fancy!?); and I fed MYSELF a tasty vegan wrap.

4. I LEFT THE COMPUTER UPSTAIRS.

5. Practiced yoga with the kids — Rascal loves backbends! No, seriously, LOVES backbends.

6. I set them up at the table with some SLOP (cornstarch and water — try it!).

…which was totally insane because ONLY A STEPFORD MOM could clean up after the ransacking Rascal. What was I thinking!?

7. Cleaned flung cornstarch off the dining room AND living room floors — on all fours, Cinderella style….

8. Baked a Spinach-Cauliflower Rice Casserole (recipe to come)…, which Rascal and Josh-O LOVED, and which the frustratingly-picky Monkey vehemently repudiated.

9. Snuck ground flaxseed in the vanilla pudding….

10. Cleaned the kitchen….

11. TOOK A SHOWER!

12. Went to work editing web pages (I do that, too…), that, I’m convinced, are so poorly written that they’re making ME stupid — I can’t write good today.

Anyway, the kids had an awesome day, and I was the picture of motherly perfection. I’m tired from it all, but not wrecked like I usually am. And, emotionally? I feel great. Nothing like a ridiculous night’s sleep….

So, how to be a Stepford mom? SLEEP. A lot. And, leave the computer upstairs….

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