Some days, it’s just gotta be: Mom sleeps. I’m ignoring all responsibilities except driving my son to a practice ACT test. And to notify my blog-challenge cheerleaders, I’m here, but dragging. My bed has never been so welcoming and warm. You know you need it when just lying there, swallowed in blankets, you are truly happy and probably sick. No stirring guilt to move me. I belong, sleeping like a baby all day long. Until tomorrow….ZZZZZ.