An hour ago, the world was falling apart. I was thinking about fair trade, and the evils of plastic water bottles, and t-ball, which is way more complicated than it sounds when you’re the parent of two five-year olds. Unable to decide if I should sweep the kitchen floor (again) or work on the back porch (which I’m prepping to paint), I took some pork chops out of the freezer, checked on baby b. who was still snoozing away, and took a nap. I love naps. And today it was particularly satisfying since it’s raining. Couple that with the fact that I was up at five o’clock this morning, and you’ve got forty-five minutes well spent.
Granted, I haven’t solved any of the world’s problems, but I am refreshed and ready for the evening shift with the kids. Sometimes people need therapy to help them with their problems. Sometimes, I’m convinced, they just need a nap.