Nap-times are priceless

Nap-times are priceless. The hardest part though, is deciding what to do in those 90 or so minutes. Wah,wah,wah! Yes the life of a stay-at-home mom, I get it; stop the whine! Nevertheless, these are my usual options: catching up on my phone call list, house cleaning, the treadmill, or beauty & hygiene.

Unfortunately, it sucks when you pick the wrong one for the day...

Ever have that day when the house is a total disaster, I don't mean just a few dirty dishes in the kitchen sink and a bed or two to make...I'm talking "dog-gone chaos where your scared where your feet will land next" kind-a-mess! Perhaps the daunting task of cleaning it all up seemed overwhelming and although clearly, cleaning should have been the choice, I picked a bath instead. After a week of a teething toddler and entertaining guests, I felt entitled to a day for me! A long, bubbly bath with all the girlie scents I could muster together. (By the way, lavender & vanilla by Suave with Bath & Body's Cherry Blossom are great together!) I even made an aromatic herbal tea to sip and lit an apple spice candle as I enjoyed the peace and the quiet. I began to relax and forget about the splattered grape juice on the wall and the smashed banana pieces under the table that even the dogs forgot to lick up...

Aahh! the peace...and quiet...my eyes felt heavy and my body relaxed...That is, until the doorbell rang!

Uggh, I thought, as I rushed and covered up with a towel and robe and wondered what gadget my husband ordered this time that would be the cause of this disruption! I slowly walk over to the living room carefully determining each foot placement in order not to trip over choo-choo trains and tractors. My heart starts to race as the sound of a child at the door becomes more evident... Now my mind starts racing until a recollection of me inviting over a new friend for Greyson and his mommy we had just met at the park two days ago becomes more and more clear.

For a brief second I think, I could hide and not answer... I mean, what an awful impression! How could I let this person I barely know see what a horrific home I keep. I imagined the look of horror as she entered my home clinging to her son tightly.

While getting closer to our entrance, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror: A barefoot and robed, towel-turban scatterbrain!

Walking over to the front door, feet still stomping wet, I opened it. She looked somewhat confused as I greeted her warmly and invited them inside (right before kicking a dirty sock my dog had been chewing behind the door). As she walked in I noticed something strange....OMG!, she too was wearing a robe and towel turban!?!?!? what?!

Then suddenly, the sound of a child crying from the baby monitor becomes more and more recognizable as little G's cry...My eyes opened and I realized I just had the best nap ever...AHH! Nap-times are priceless...