Ode To A Nap

Oh, Sunday Naps, how I love thee....let me count the ways....one hour, two hours, three hours, four hours, five hours!

Five hours yesterday, I napped.  It was fantastic.  I'm not sure what I was fighting off physically, but I was definitely fighting some emotional and mental exhaustion.

This "working mom" thing is kicking my butt.  I am working as hard and as fast as I can, but I still keep slipping behind the eight ball.  Laundry, grocery shopping, menu planning, housekeeping, weekend chores, volunteering with the kids' swim team, attending the temple, teaching Primary, and trying to do it all with a smile on my face is killing me.

A Sunday nap is the best refueling system I know.  Sadly it only comes once a week, at best.