The Burt Squirt isn’t great at naps.

That’s not a complaint!  He’s great at sleeping.  At night.  Typically from around 10:30 till 8ish the next morning.  Without waking up for a feeding.

(He first did this on Mother’s Day — best present ever! — when he was just a little over two months old, and has kept it up ever since.  But I really shouldn’t brag, lest A) I incur hatred from other parents and B) jinx myself.)

So, to reiterate:  the Burt Squirt isn’t great at naps, but I’m not complaining because I get a lot more sleep every night than a lot of people who don’t have kids.

It’s not that he doesn’t nap at all; it’s just that he doesn’t nap for several long stretches a day, like all the baby books say babies his age should do.

(Though how is he supposed to do what baby books say?  He can’t read.  He can only learn by example.

His example, apparently, is our cat.)

Again, I’m not complaining!

Much.

Okay…I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think life would be perfect if I had a little more time for housekeeping.  On the plus side, I’m learning the art of efficiency.

However, as good as I’m getting at cramming a lot into a very little span of time, I find myself doing anything possible to make those naptimes, when they do happen, last as long as possible.

Today, that meant using my food processor in the upstairs guest bathroom.

(Next naptime will see me cleaning said bathroom so my in-laws won’t have to perform their daily ablutions amidst the remnants of minced garlic and onion.)

Such great lengths to maintain a quiet napping environment, and the Burt Squirt still woke up before I could finish slicing and dicing.

Thank goodness for friends who come over to entertain wide-awake babies so Mommies can put together from-scratch lasagnas.

I’m not really big into spring cleaning.  Working from home, on my own schedule (which includes most Fridays off for grocery shopping and housework), I have time to clean my house pretty thoroughly on a regular basis.  Back in December I did a major purge of stuff, so I don’t really need to do that now.  Probably I could stand to wash windows and dust blinds and baseboards and vacuum under beds, but I’m not going to do it this spring.  I have six weeks to write four chapters, so any major cleaning projects will have to wait till May.  If not later.

Except for cleaning projects that involve the tools of my trade.  Today, in the midst of re-writing a scene I wrote yesterday but decided was crap, I couldn’t take the filth in my keyboard anymore: dust caked on the edges of the keys, bits of things that had dropped down inside showing between them. Since blasts of canned air didn’t do any good, I took an hour (that’s how bad this was) to take a tweezers to it and pop off all the keys and give it a good spring cleaning.

I laid out my keys carefully in QWERTY order so I wouldn’t get them all mixed up. Though I did think about putting them all back wrong to test my typing skills. My L, M, and N keys are all rubbed off anyway, so it’s not like I’m relying on them to guide me.

Anyway…I was in no way prepared for what lurked beneath the keys.  (Scroll no further if you are weak of stomach.)

If that didn’t make you throw up, why don’t you play that game where you stare at a picture and see how many things you can spot?  Can you find the:

- bits of paper
- Tostitos
- grated cheese
- Bacos
- fingernail clipping
- sticky goop that I vaguely recall being marmalade or jam that fell off an English muffin I was eating (and, presumably, some of those crumbs are English muffin)

Obviously the hair isn’t hard to find. But I’m slightly appalled to realize that apparently the work I do here is so stressful that a wig’s worth has managed to fall into my keyboard.  (I suppose it could be Dorrie’s fur…)  Of course, what really gets me is the combination of grated cheese, Bacos, and a sliver of fingernail.

Once the keyboard was all nice and clean (all the cruddies were kind of stuck on, too; I had to scrub it out with wet q-tips, and then vacuum the loose bits up), I resolved never ever to eat at my desk again…

…only to realize, a half an hour or so later, that I was munching on chocolate chip cookies while I worked.