Sometimes life is just plain awful. Or agonizing. Or miserable. Or exhausting.

Or all of the above.

At least, that’s what I’m assuming my 8 month old was feeling this morning.

After hours of miserable awakeness, he finally took a short nap. Not a long one. But it was sleep. And sometimes sleep is the solution to everything that seems so terrible. He’s now playing on the same floor with the same toys and is not screaming in protest. (In fact, he’s showing me his newest trick: the art of clapping.)

But I understand. I’m still Before I had a baby I was sent up for naps at times in order to gain control over my emotions and get a little perspective on how not terrible my life is.

Sleep is amazing like that.