Glue sticks and nap mats have become my rosary

Lately I catch myself treating the end-of-day tidy-up like a small liturgy. Same order, same motions, glue sticks back in the cup, nap mats stacked just so. Maybe it's less about the children than about having one thing that reliably ends. 6:30 in the morning makes me feel weirdly tender about it. Anyway, naptime metaphysics: still unresolved.