The secret to me
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"Quiet Time". Quiet. Time. My favorite two words in the middle of my day. I know, I know! That sounds terrible! However, when your
Assuming we aren't out wandering somewhere we just know that when we're at home we have quiet time. What does that mean in our house? It means L gets sent to her room from one-ish til three-ish. (There's a little give and take with the times depending on what crafts or baking we might be in the middle of.) Yes, two hours every day. Oh, don't feel sorry for her. The girl has toys my six year old self wouldn't have even dreamed of stashed in every nook and cranny of that room of hers. And me? I crash. Literally, crash on my bed. I read if I am good energy-wise. On the low energy days or the days that my arthritis is giving me serious issues, I nap, with a monitor on to listen into her "quiet time" antics. Grant it, I don't nap for very long before L is prancing into my room with her
And that helps me sooooo much to re-energize for whatever comes our way in the afternoon and evening.