Over the weekend, I had my first paid photography work and I had some editing to do. It used to be part of my job description to take photographs, but this was the first, REAL gig. There were about twenty photos I was editing out of a hundred, and I didn't want to work on it late at night again. My "plan" to get Lil' Miz napping while I worked was foiled by her "decision" to nap in the car on the way home. As usual, she is REFRESHED and ready to go as soon as her head hits the pillow at home. It doesn't matter how careful or how silent I make my movements, the house, heck, the entire neighborhood, it just does NOT work.

As early as two (her age, not mine), the phrase, "... Or I will send you to your room..." already fills her with dread. Whoever was the first parent who said that was BRILLIANT! At this point, I could say it in the middle of the grocery and it is like magic how great it works. So, this afternoon, after a late lunch, after getting her tucked in for her nap, she had her mind set on NOT sleeping. Well, there are photos to be worked on, and I also wanted to go to an afternoon yoga session. My body needs to be a little bit more sore, you see. My computer is in our room, across the hall from hers. Maybe she can just play in there while I work.

However, I was completely baffled that she would rather follow me into the master bedroom sans toys than dig up all her toys and scatter them around her room. In fact, she took it so hard that she was teary-eyed, crying, and crawling into bed for her blankie when I told her she needed to stay in her room because mommy needs to work. Did we say, "go to your room" a little too often? Let me just say, her room is not a white, padded room. It is a brightly lit piece of heaven- well, the ocean (our theme)- with all her books and toys. Even her FAVORITE toys are in there... you know, bottle caps, rocks, plastic attachments to something else. Seriously, if my parents told me to go to THAT kind of room, I would be stoked.

Anyway, the editing got done after many, many, MANY explanations of how mommy needs to work, Lil' Miz needs to play. And here I am, hours later when the whole house is sleeping, tired of tossing and turning about how DARE I put work first, as I empty a cup of strawberry yogurt, blogging my weary eyes out. Honestly, I still DON'T know the answer, but that sure was some good yogurt! Oh, and then I was too stressed out to go to yoga and de-stress.