Right now, at this very moment, both of my children are immersed in entirely spontaneous, completely voluntary naps. This marks only the second time in history that Owen has put himself to sleep on his own, and also the second time in history that Mia has fallen victim to an unplanned couch nap (and the last time was due to a raging fever).
I have at least half an hour, probably more, of nobody wanting a drink, nobody wanting me to watch anything, nobody smashing anybody else in the face with a stick. I have free time, smack in the middle of the day, for the first time in over a year. And I can't think of a single damned thing to do with it other than wander back and forth between the kids checking if they look like the might be waking up soon.
I'm honestly ashamed of myself right now.