
But no matter how busy I am, no one can take away from me my precious half hour after the noon dishes are washed. I relax, stretched out on my own bed, sometimes even dozing a little. The oldest child is in school and the five-year-old does his coloring or cutting during that time. I call him my little policeman, who won't allow anyone to disturb Mother, which praise seems to encourage him to respect Mother's little siesta.
I could find plenty to do in that half hour, but I believe the time well spent and I can accomplish more after a little relaxation of both mind and body.
(I just love this letter! Laurie)