Summer Sunday Nights

For whatever reasons, Sunday nights never go as planned. And by planned, I mean that my kids are never in bed in time for me to watch True Blood.   I know priorities, right?
Sunday was no different really. Piles of laundry waiting. Evening family walk in the neighborhood to calm the crazies. And a little 3 year old who decided that 7:30 pm was a totally appropriate time for a nap. She woke up twice only to fall right back asleep. My oldest watched Teen Beach Movie (again) with Dad, and I had the TV to myself. With both kids in bed, I watched some of my favorite vamps draw blood! Then since I was on a roll, I watched a new favorite, Newsroom. And it was quiet and blissful and I talked to the TV like I usually do.
Then about 11:15 I heard a little voice. "Mommy, where did you go?  Can I have a peanut butter sandwich?" So it was then that I surrendered to it. "It" being the long night ahead of me. Of course you can have a PB&J. And let's get some water and watch Sprout in the dark. Like a midnight picnic. And it was. I think she finally dozed at 12:30 am. And I slept in her bed with her.
Because these nights will only exist for so long. Summer is almost over. And normally I would have been angry and put out. Another "all nighter", oh the humanity. But for whatever reason, not this Sunday.
This Sunday was perfect for a quiet moment for mom. PB & J kisses with a gal who is growing all to quick. A midnight picnic in bed, that left crumbs everywhere. And a cartoon marathon.
Summer Sundays can sometimes surprise you.