m's naptime is a glorious moment in my day. its one of few, if only, moments where i can relive a brief taste of the selfishness of before-baby days. not that i miss them; i cherish these times even more having experienced them fully for so many years to only be left with brief moments such as this 3 hour block on any given day.
and today was made even more pleasurable - we went to the park, played to our hearts content, came home for lunch, and he was out like a light. i too decided to lay down after starting a few pages of the new novel i picked up from the library, The Intuitionist by Colson Whitehead, only to be woken by the light tappings of my neighbor's hammer against his newest project, whatever it may be. having slept just enough time to be rested but not enough to be tired, i rose from bed, shut my son's window - he's still sleeping.
wonderful :-)
i don't know if this happens to anyone else, but as soon as i wake from a midday nap, i always want to snack. even more pronounced today thanks to the wonderful cycle of building/purging that my uterus embarks on monthly, i bee-line to the freezer. sitting, beckoning from the top shelf was a wonderful 1.5 quart of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.
yes. was.
let me explain.
i am lactose intolerant. but i love chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream - not for the ice cream, oh no, but for the cookie dough chunks. happening upon a chunk, i extract it with the precision of a surgeon from the mounds of vanilla ice cream and chocolate chips, feeling a rush of elation as i tug it free. i examine it's shape and size, then allow the spoon to deposit its contents in my mouth and let my tongue do things that would be x-rated to detail in this blog. dear god, its almost sinful how wonderful this process is for me. it always melts smoothly, releasing this creaminess of half-baked-cookie-dough that satiates just enough until i find the next chunk, then the process repeats. over and over and over...
and today, i ferreted every chunk out of 1.5 quarts of ice cream. i just couldn't stop myself. and it was sooooo good. what did i do with the rest of the ice cream? dumped it down the sink.
yep, that's how i roll. pure, unbridled selfishness - didn't leave any for m. didn't think about "wasting" the rest of the ice cream. i took what i wanted, discarded the rest as flippantly as if i didn't pay $4 just for some cookie dough.
mmm, it was amazing.
