Swatting bytes from one nap to the next, till both babies are down for the night – dream away till yet another summer’s light. And I feel it now, the guilt-soaked relief I’ll call mommaGlee, the constantly prefixed glee, the glee that is going to pinch me on my mommaButt every few minutes as I mindlessly surf the interwebz and is going to hiss, “You should be using this time to craft some meals and cook up some crafts for tomorrow instead of letting your slumber ruin their summer”. Quite the killjoy you are mommaGlee.