You know what I love? The hour after yoga class.
Mommy and Baby yoga class always ends up being during Baby Boy's normal nap time, but the excitement and stimulation keeps him going and excited and flirting the whole time. Then we get in the car for the short drive home and the kid zonks out. We're home within 15 minutes, so I do a quick transfer into the crib and then I have a peaceful hour.
I'm tired and hungry. My aching muscles don't have the will to clean the house or do anything else productive. So I sit. I sit with tired legs, sometimes with a sandwich in hand, and I rest, and think, and waste time on the internet. It is a moment of bliss.