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.