A fairytale
Once upon a time there was a queen with a busy almost-two year old. She happened to be eight months pregnant and so was naturally tired by doing much of anything.
After getting almost no sleep the night before, except for a few cat-naps that were ravaged by terrifying nightmares of untold things happening to her while giving birth
she woke up to discover the dishwasher, which was acting funny, was officially gonzo.
Trying to be cheerful, she worked on a craft for a little two year old's upcoming birthday
and was delighted to discover that as she cut out the felt "Happy Birthday" letters, he recognized the letter 'p'.
She diligently then made two loaves of bread and Wheat Thins, set up some paints and did crafts with her son and washed the breakfast dishes. Meanwhile she reminded herself that a productive morning is always worth it when a nap can be had by the toddler, and the pregnant lady.
Said toddler went down for his nap, the castle was quiet, and the queen retired to the chamber for a well-deserved nap.
The work-from-home king, alas, was busy typing and interviewing his loyal subjects from the same room. The queen was determined however to fight her pregnancy-induced insomnia haze and get some sleep.
Alas, minutes after drifting off, the royal prince awoke with a shout, and was in bad need of a diaper change. He then took the diaper-changing interaction between Queen and himself to be a sign that naptime must be over. A mere fifteen minutes into what should have been his own mother's sleep, too.
The Queen spent the rest of the afternoon puttering -- prepping supper, washing the dishes that the dishwasher SHOULD have washed, had the evil dragon not slayed it, and occupying the Prince Toddler.
Throwing some carrots and onions into a pot with some water, she set the burner on to cook. The Queen dreamt of a tasty fish chowder, but could no longer stand up. Hastening to the living room where pictures books could be read on a cozy couch, she found herself feeling quite cheerful.
Yet after a few minutes she smelled something 'off' coming from the kitchen. Assuming it was just something on the burner, she meandered over to the kitchen, only to be veritably enveloped by smoke.
Fish chowder, suffice to say, was not on the menu. Unless everyone really liked it burnt. Or was willing to wait for the Queen to peel and dice another onion and more carrots. (The Queen wasn't over willing to do that, though).
Thankfully, the King summoned everyone to the Pontiac G3 chariot and they rode off into the sunset, where the neighbouring village has the best fish and chips by far. Everyone ate, everyone made merry. The Queen decided not to feel sorry for herself anymore.
All was right in the kingdom.
After getting almost no sleep the night before, except for a few cat-naps that were ravaged by terrifying nightmares of untold things happening to her while giving birth
she woke up to discover the dishwasher, which was acting funny, was officially gonzo.
Trying to be cheerful, she worked on a craft for a little two year old's upcoming birthday
and was delighted to discover that as she cut out the felt "Happy Birthday" letters, he recognized the letter 'p'.
She diligently then made two loaves of bread and Wheat Thins, set up some paints and did crafts with her son and washed the breakfast dishes. Meanwhile she reminded herself that a productive morning is always worth it when a nap can be had by the toddler, and the pregnant lady.
Said toddler went down for his nap, the castle was quiet, and the queen retired to the chamber for a well-deserved nap.
The work-from-home king, alas, was busy typing and interviewing his loyal subjects from the same room. The queen was determined however to fight her pregnancy-induced insomnia haze and get some sleep.
Alas, minutes after drifting off, the royal prince awoke with a shout, and was in bad need of a diaper change. He then took the diaper-changing interaction between Queen and himself to be a sign that naptime must be over. A mere fifteen minutes into what should have been his own mother's sleep, too.
The Queen spent the rest of the afternoon puttering -- prepping supper, washing the dishes that the dishwasher SHOULD have washed, had the evil dragon not slayed it, and occupying the Prince Toddler.
Throwing some carrots and onions into a pot with some water, she set the burner on to cook. The Queen dreamt of a tasty fish chowder, but could no longer stand up. Hastening to the living room where pictures books could be read on a cozy couch, she found herself feeling quite cheerful.
Yet after a few minutes she smelled something 'off' coming from the kitchen. Assuming it was just something on the burner, she meandered over to the kitchen, only to be veritably enveloped by smoke.
Fish chowder, suffice to say, was not on the menu. Unless everyone really liked it burnt. Or was willing to wait for the Queen to peel and dice another onion and more carrots. (The Queen wasn't over willing to do that, though).
Thankfully, the King summoned everyone to the Pontiac G3 chariot and they rode off into the sunset, where the neighbouring village has the best fish and chips by far. Everyone ate, everyone made merry. The Queen decided not to feel sorry for herself anymore.
All was right in the kingdom.
LOL Jenna, this is awesome! :D
ReplyDeleteYou are one productive mama! I don't usually accomplish half of that and i'm not even pregnant :) I seriously enjoyed reading every bit of this. Yay for any story that finishes with fish and chips/ a mama not needing to cook dinner!
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