Sometimes it's very relaxing to have a houseful of sleeping family members:
A Tuesday afternoon after a busy morning, and I can play word games on my phone in a quiet house, with a kitty purring at my feet?
Want.
At three am, after being awake for two hours, with no one to play games against because of the ungodly hour, with a snoring, drooling cat on my chest?
Do not want.
If I need to be awake at eight, so that I can clean house before my doctor's appointment and then go to work to come back to clean more of the house, should I just spend the next 180 minutes watching Netflix on my phone in bed and then nap in my car for 47 minutes?
Or should I close my eyes now, and listen to soothing piano concertos on my iPod before the baby starts crying for milk in 0.78 seconds?
Oof. Cat.
