Something happened today that's never happened to me before ...

My husband took the boys to preschool, I put Drew down for her morning nap, and went into our room to change clothes. Our bed caught my attention. Before everyone left, the kids were rolling around on it. It was made, but looked a little worse for wear. I leaned across it to smooth things out and ... woke up 45 minutes later!

I told my husband this story, adding that I felt a little guilty when I woke up. He looked at me as if I'd lost my mind and said "Why, because you were tired?"

I think I was focusing on all the things I could have done with those 45 minutes, but as we all know, sometimes a little downtime is a lifesaver. What do you do to decompress?

Tracy