Normally, I get seven hours of sleep at night, grab another half hour for my morning nap, and a maybe another half hour as my afternoon nap. If you are doing your math, that squeaks me by at 8 a day which is my bare minimum.

Today, David slept in so I got 8 hours and then a tiny benefit of all this vacation, I got an hour morning nap. Let me tell you, starting out the day with 9 hours under my belt was heavenly. I could handle David refusing to go to the store with me. I could handle walking back in the house after my dance class to rather grim faces all around. I had enough energy to take the kids plus a neighbor to the park, and then after my afternoon nap, I cheerfully lead them in art projects.

The answer, of course, is to go to bed earlier, but since that probably isn't going to happen, I'll just keep trading my sister—I'll give your daughter lunch if you read my son stories after.