It’s almost 4:30 PM and I’ve hit that point of no return. There’s no way to stay awake, nothing will work. My eyelids feel like lead. I’m getting klutzy, falling over my own feet and having trouble typing. I know I need to give in and take a nap.
Peanut is home from school. I hate doing this when it’s just the two of us, but I can’t help it. No matter what I do, sleep is calling me. She’s got her homework started and I’ve told her I’ll be in the den taking a nap. Poor thing, but she’s used to it. Or is she?