And Then I Took a Nap Anyway
The dishes weren’t done.
The laundry was halfway folded.
My email inbox had that little red dot of doom.
And for the first time in… maybe ever?
I chose the couch.
For most of my life, I’ve carried the belief that rest has to be earned.
That I need to finish everything, fix everything, be everything — then I can lie down.
But the list never ends.
And neither did my exhaustion.
So one day, I didn’t finish the list.
I laid down.
I listened to a podcast.
I napped.
And you know what?
Everyone survived.
So if you’re tired — not “just tired,” but soul-tired, holding-it-all-together tired — please hear this:
You don’t have to earn your nap.
The work will still be there.
The world won’t fall apart.
And maybe, just maybe, you will feel a little more whole when you wake up.
A tired mom isn’t a happy mom.
And a rested mom isn’t a selfish one.
Go rest.
You’ve earned it.
