~* everyday poetry *~

Last night, we had two gentlemen overnight guests. My kids' cousins. Same age. Same - impressive - energy. In the evening, we put mats on the kids' room floor and there they all went to sleep, in one sweet mess. But they're still little so they wanted me to stay with them, in the middle of that sweet mess. There we were all five, my oldest son hugging the smallest. I know a tiny little bit of shiatsu and often massage the soles of my sons' feet when they go to bed - it's so relaxing that it knocks them straight out. So last night the guys were (very exceptionally!) absolutely exhausted by bedtime. They only had the energy to lift a little foot by little foot under the covers, to my direction. After eight feet (and one complimentary Indian head massage) I remember nothing more... They all claim that once again, I was the first to doze off... But luckily, this time nobody had the nocturnal artistic inspiration to make drawings on our walls. Now if that ain't everyday poetry I don't know what is ♥. ~*♥*~