After a busy morning running around we returned home at about 1:30 this afternoon. Tommy was rubbing his eyes and showing definite signs of fatigue but he is a big boy and seldom naps. My suggestion to do so was vehemently rejected. I sent him in to practice his piano. Three notes in he got frustrated and threw a little fit. I sent him to his room for five minutes so that he could calm down and get it together. When the timer went off he didn't come down. I called up to him. Nothing. I finally ventured up to find him asleep in his bed. I covered him and closed his door. After the speech teacher left Johnny also went down for a nap. No one is awake but me. It's quiet and lovely. For once we have no lessons, no playdates, nowhere we have to be. The house is in shambles because it seems like all we do lately is run too where ever we are already supposed to be. Boy, howdy am I going to be productive whilst they are both unconscious. Just as soon as I finish this cup of tea.