Today I discovered the most amazing game I can play with my two-year-old son. It’s called “Me Fall Down Too” and here’s how it goes.

My son throws himself down on the floor and says “Me fall down!” Then I throw myself down on the floor and I say “Me fall down too!” And here’s the genius part. I can sometimes close my eyes for up to 10 seconds at a time while I’m lying there! If I can manage to gently pin him under me when I fall down, it's possible to extend that 10 to a luxurious 15 or even 20 seconds! But I know it’s a foolish pipe dream to hope for those kinds of results consistently before the second half of the game kicks in which involves my son yelling “GET UP MOMMY! GET UP!”

This is all part of my desperate grab for some rest and relaxation that’s been going on for around, well, (how old is my son?) just over two years now. In the context of my current sleep-deprived-mother-of-a-toddler life, these precious seconds of shuteye pretty much constitute a power nap.

I’ve also figured out that I can do a little bit of yoga around the house providing I don’t mind that when I’m in down dog, my legs are used as a climbing apparatus, and that when I’m resting in shavasana, sometimes it may involve a toy car being rolled over my face.

I’m insanely tired. I’m insanely happy. And sometimes I’m just plain insane.

Sometimes this insanity and exhaustion make me behave like a stranger. I watch this woman from a remove, and I don’t always like her so very much. She seems intolerant and petty. But truthfully, more often, the insanity manifests itself in gales of insane laughter. There is a lot of laughter in our house.  I often consider what our neighbor hears through the wall and realize that there are much worse problems to have in your home than that you laugh an absurd amount because you feel overly tired and kind of nuts.

How do you sneak in much needed moments of rest and relaxation, my dear mothers?...