The Best Part

You know what the best part of my day was yesteday? It certainly wasn't the part where Joey was unmanagable at Borders, running around like a wild banshee. Nor was it my awesome morning workout featuring great people watching yesterday morning (who drinks coffee while working out?). The highlight wasn't getting to spend a couple hours with my baby sister, though that was pretty great. I miss my Mal Mal. The best part. The very best part occured after we got home from our morning spent with Mal and I lay Joey down to nap. I was exhausted. I mean, can't keep your eyes open kind of exhausted. I told Ben I was going to lay down in my bed with him and watch a movie and take a 30 minute nap. I NEVER do this. Seriously. I bet I literally take a nap or lie down during the week to watch a movie rather than work, clean, etc. MAYBE once a month at best. So Ben and I snuggled into my bed under a big blanket and I promptly passed out. A short 15 minutes later the phone rang and woke me up and I decided I should go back to work. I got up and Ben said, "will you please just read my new shark book with me for a minute? Just a couple pages?" And I did. A milestone. I really wanted to go tackle the mountain of work that I thought I needed to get done, but I chose instead to lay back down with Ben and we read the Shark book cover to cover. It was the best 20 minutes of my day. And the best part is, even with that time spent lying down with Ben rather than working, I still managed to get some work done. And even though Dean came home to a messy house last night, we all survived and the evening was none the worse for it. Funny how that happens, huh? Lesson learned...for now. Thanks for my best part, Benny.