Sometimes taking a nap on the couch is so glorious. Curling up in a ball, nuzzling your face in to the pillows, trying to find that perfect spot.

Digging your feet into the crevices of the couch – you know this is gonna be a long one and then boom.

You find something squishy.

With your toes.

Good feelings gone. Bad feelings rushing in.


Oh the life of a mother can be so grand and classy.