The fuzzy robe

Over a week ago, I realized that what I'd really like to have is a robe. A nice warm fuzzy robe. TMI- but I do NOT sleep naked at night. For many reasons---one is that you never know when a kid is going to wake up and not be able to find the toilet...or have a dream or whatever. I rarely hear from a kid, but you know that the night I sleep naked all 4 will probably find me for some reason, right? Also, I have naked dreams when I sleep naked and I HATE those. I HATE dreaming I'm working in a store, naked. Or walking down the street, or in SCHOOL. HATE THEM. I'm a warm jammies and warm blankies kind of girl. However- that being said, I'd like a robe to throw on if I have to get out of bed, or if I just don't want to get dressed just yet, or what have you.

All week long Cullen would ask "Did you go to Kohl's and get you a robe?" (he has high hopes of some naked snuggling if I got a robe). And I'd tell him "No." But I still wanted one, I just didn't feel like making the trip just for a robe. I dreamed of getting out of my warm shower, and getting into a warm fuzzy robe and snuggling on the couch. Rolling out of my warm bed, into the cooler air, and throwing on my warm robe.

And do you know what happened? I manifested it! Or, you could say, God gave it to me. My sister in law came over with bags of clothes for the kids and a couple of her clothes that she doesn't fit/wear/want anymore. We have different tastes, but I should NOT have been surprised when I saw it....I felt it first, soft, warm, fuzzy...and there it was. A warm, fuzzy robe that fits me just right.
Isn't that the best? I supose some people wouldn't want someone else's robe, but it's just Em, and I LOVE IT. YAY FOR ME!

I wore it the next morning, when I woke up and made food for the kids, and fed Caiden and put him back to sleep.

The robe and Caiden both reminded me of when my brother in law said that stupid, stupid thing to me, about dressing up for Cullen. Remember that? Here I was working from home and up to my eyeballs in little kids. I had 4 children in 5 years- that is not a record, but it is a LOT of work. Unless you're a Duggar, and you let your oldest take care of your youngest, but even then, my not quite yet 5 year old wouldn't have been good at that. I clearly remember now WHY I didn't get dressed past yoga pants and a sweat or tshirt for years on end, and I got myself all ready to go to battle over it again that night. Caiden was hungry and crying and I had him in my left arm as I was dishing out the food for the other 4 kids...I couldn't hear them over Caiden, and I was getting the milk warmed up for him...and I remembered. I was ready to call him and bitch him out over it again. HAHAHAH! I was thinking "do NOT tell me that my priority is to dress up for CULLEN when i have all these kids depending on me!" His point at the time was that it would be nice for CULLEN to see me dress up for HIM-----and I am happy for him that he and his wife only had 2 kids and then divorced, thus causing him to not have his kids very often----because he would have HATED to have ME for a mother of his children if he expected to make it on my list of MUST DO'S for those very, very busy years. It's SO much easier now that Jordan is 4. I DO get dressed every day. I DO throw some make up on, and manage my wild hair. I have TIME for that now! *I* knew I'd have time for that again. What's so funny to me is that Cullen, even back then, was getting more lovin' than his brother was or is, and that was all during the time that I wasn't dressing up for him. UGH. It still gets me. What a lack of honor....someday he'll know that just because some jackass put it in the Bible that wives are to honor their men, does not mean that GOD would say that, or mean that or expect that. Any woman, especially any MOTHER knows the secret to all of life in a way that our darling counterparts just cannot know. God knows this, as well. I tried to explain to him, at the time, that even after Cullen would come home, what sounded nice and relaxing to me was not GETTING DOLLED UP AND GOING OUT. My GOD- that's more WORK. No, a nice book, bath, or sitting alone in a room not being needed was what I wanted or needed and what i was given, by my very, very smart husband who DOES honor me, and DID understand that the kids were not keeping themselves clean, fed, dressed...they weren't teaching themselves the abc's, or how to count, or how to use manners. GOD BLESS CULLEN! Smart man. Smart men get lots of sex. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Smart men who make their wives feel not alone, and understood, and realize how much work taking care of a house, children and holding down a full time job at the same time is get lots of lovin'. Tried and true!

Anyway, enough of that. Bonehead.

11:19am. Caiden still sleeping. YAY GROWING, SLEEPING, HAPPY BABIES!