All it really takes is climbing into bed for story time with the boys and a handful of books. By the time JQ gets to that last line in Goodnight Moon, I'm out. It's just so comforting. A tiny body pressed up against me, a little heart rhythmically beating out a slumber cadence. It's my own personal brand of lethargy kryptonite.
And you know what? I don't really mind. If it wasn't for the fact that JQ would harass me to no end, I might just go bed at 8 o'clock every once in a while. Know what I mean?
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The food section in Walmart knocks me out every time. After walking through it I need a major dose of caffeine. It's bizarre.
Nobody—That is a little weird.
I love naps. There is something so sweet about them. And if I had a little munchkin to cuddle of my own I would be dozing all the time too!
VP—He makes it really hard to not want to lay down every afternoon next to him. Too bad that's when I'm supposed to be productive.
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