SO MUCH FOR A NAP.
Just as I was comfortable, I hear Pudd'n come in to the room and open the diaper drawer (yes, at almost 8 years old, he requires a diaper to go poopy in). Next thing I know, something lands on my face. It's his underpants. Awwwwwwww thanks sweetie! An early mother's day gift!
After cleaning his diaper we snuggled and rolled about the bed. Ugh, have to get ready for work.
