There is a definite push sometimes for doing all the things.
All the sports, and all the classes, and every playdate.
Most of the time it’s better to have somewhere to go, and something to do, rather than sit around and watch cartoons until our brains rot. But sometimes it’s just too much and we have to take a little time to rest. Those times we have to rest are the worst of all the things.
Because it means we fight.
But after all the kicking, and all the screaming, when the very last, “no, I’m not taking a nap,” has been spoken, we finally have peace.
And it’s beautiful.