An open letter to my daughter's naptime
Dear Emma's nap time, I hope you remember me. It's been days now since we've encountered each other, and quite honestly I miss you more than I can express. I'm composing this letter to you against a recurring symphony of "MAMA!!!"'s in ascending and descending tones coming from the other room, a painful reminder of our separation. Side-note: the symphony took a brief pause when a small glowing technological entertainment device was presented to the conductor by a deranged audience member with unwashed hair and cozy pants as she attempted to hide what could be considered an "unhealthy" piece of leftover pumpkin pie in her right cheek... Back to us. I guess three and a half years is a pretty good run. We were good for each other. I gave you an angelic unconscious child covered in love and peace and a "Frozen" quilt from Target's Black Friday Sale. And you gave me the most wonderful gift of all. Alone time .