The Napping House

Have you read that book? It’s a good one.

And it perfectly describes what goes on around here from 1-3 each day.

Naps. A mother’s dream.

Except this mother’s not dreaming. Because she’s running around like a chicken with her head cut off, trying to complete everything that should happen before 1 and after 3.

Ah well, naps. You gotta love ‘em.