Naptime.

Bubby's that is. My life revolves around it. It starts at 12noon and I start watching the clock at about 11am and getting prepared for it.

The dilemma is usually how best to use my time. I could knit uninterrupted - rare bliss!, I could paint one of the walls without getting handprints in them (or having to get paint out of size 2 clothes later), I could sit on the computer without having to type one-handed, and today I have a new choice, I could groom Apple. She stinks and she needs a haircut. I tried to start this morning but had to stop because ... well because I have a toddler that's why.

But grooming the dog sort of seems like a job, and during naptime I like to do something that I enjoy. I put the jug on and have a hot hot cup of coffee, just sitting beside me, unwatched, and unbothered. I sip it slowly and put it down whenever I want. I watch Dr Phil, uninterrupted. And then I decide what I would like to do. Its something I look forward to immensely.

From around 11am onwards.

Its two hours of the day that I am very loathe to give up. I am not looking forward to the time when naptime doesn't happen anymore. He sleeps for about two hours and after an hour and a half I start to miss him and look forward to him waking up. Then we are both refreshed and energised and ready to get on with the rest of our day.