Exhaustion

I remember one particular afternoon after a morning at the park with my boys. After a few hours of chasing them up the slides, spotting their free-falls and pushing three swings at once I came home and declared "nap time" for everyone. My plan was to tackle the morning dishes and pay bills while the boys were sleeping. The last thing I remember I was humming a little tune to quiet the moment and hush their tired spirits. A few hours later I woke up to a little boy face right in mine saying in the best whisper a spirited boy can muster, "Mommy, look what we made out of you". I looked up and suddenly understood Gulliver as my arms and legs were tied to furniture providing structure for a masterfully designed fort in our living room.

MH