It's a love/hate kind of thing.

That's how I feel about naps somedays.

I love them for the obvious reasons. I can get things done. It's quiet. He's happier when he's had them. There's no mess being made in an area I just cleaned up.

I hate them because we're trapped at home until he wakes up. I have four 11x14 photos being held hostage at HEB that I am dying to pick up. And I want to go to Crockett because they posted class lists today. And I want some things from Hobby Lobby.

But Grant's sleeping. So I must wait.

It's definitely a more lu-u-u-uv!/dislike kind of thing, I guess.