I blame Stewey for this one. Yesterday we got up at the crack of dawn to meet the A/C repairguy, and by the time he left I was already sleepy. That was at 9:30am. Then, after pushing myself out of the Happy Chair and into a few piddly chores, I spied Stewey standing in front of the bedroom door baby gate, looking pitiful and all "Hey, my dear sweet Mommie Dearest. Let's go take a quick snoozy nap to refresh our little selves", so I caved like the big fat pudding that I am.
Seven hours later I heard the answering machine beep and Aunt Chrissy's voice cheerfully say "Hi, Aunt CJ! Just wanted to let you know that I'm home from work all safe and sound. Wanted to see how your day was and whether or not you enjoyed this pretty sunshine!"
I briefly contemplated fibbing to her and coming up with a big long list of everything that I accomplished, but I came clean instead and braced myself for a load of guilt and recrimination.
Instead, Aunt Chrissy said "Well, it sounds like you really needed a good sleep", and I remembered why I love my little sister so much after all.