Naps

The second thing you suggested, for I'll Try Anything, was a radical act of self-care every day and I just don’t know who would complain about that.

Naps. Oh naps, how do I love thee? Let me count the Zzzzs.

I’m not going to lie or sugarcoat my feelings right now — I’m nervous about going from a mom of one to a mom of two. My son is seven, so he, my husband, and I have had seven years of time as “just the three of us.”

Say it ain't so!