As opposed to a Power Nap. Crappy Napping is what I do.
I'm supposed to have day-time naps so I can do the night shift without turning into a harridan with no milk supply. Often, though, I lie there in bed in the daytime composing blog posts in my head and worrying about the ant plague in the letterbox rather than sleeping. Grr.
Eyes burning, I try to listen to my relaxation stuff on the little ipod, mentally gritting my teeth. No fun at all!
But the babies are wonderful, and everyone is very helpful. Mum is here now, trying to settle Hazel, who is not happy with her own bum.
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