The Weekend That Healed My Soul (One Nap at a Time)

Sophie Mansur
Apr 27
3 min read

Last week?

Absolutely terrible.

Nothing actually “bad” happened, but my brain? Oh, she said, “Let’s spiral.”

I had so much anxiety I couldn’t breathe. I was convinced I had forgotten to take my antidepressants, so I checked my pill box (yes, I’m almost 30 and own a pill organizer like I'm 65). Turns out... I had taken my meds.

I was just having a really, really tough week.

If you’ve read my newest eBook, Dating My Spouse Again, you know exactly what I mean by "triggers." And why some weeks feel like I'm emotionally free-falling even though nothing "big" is happening.

Anyway, fast-forward to tonight — Sunday, 9:26 PM. Normally, I would be in full “Sunday Scaries” mode.

But not tonight.

Tonight, I feel peaceful.

My toddler is finally asleep (and coughing because he’s sick... again... children are petri dishes), and my husband is sitting right next to me, playing Xbox while I type this blog post. (Thanks for reading, by the way.)

And even though my ADHD made me start this post four different ways already, let me actually get to the point:

I had the BEST weekend.

And I want to tell you about it.

Will anyone care? Probably not.

Do I care that no one will care? Absolutely not.

This blog is basically my diary at this point, and honestly? It’s cheaper than therapy.

Friday Night: Family + Free Childcare = Chef’s Kiss

We kicked things off with dinner at our house. My father-in-law and sister-in-law came over, plus my mom and brother are visiting for two weeks.

(Yes — free childcare. Yes — the angels are singing.)

My son is getting absolutely spoiled. But he's also so happy and so loved, so honestly? I’ll allow it.

Saturday: Pancakes, Pretzels, Puku, and Pedicures

We went to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. Pancakes?

10/10.

Then we took a family nap — like, the good kind. A solid, no-interruptions 2-hour nap. It was glorious. Better than any spa day, honestly.

After naps, we hit the mall.

We rented one of those car-themed shopping carts for my son. It cost $12 (robbery), but he stayed happy for two and a half hours, which in toddler years is like seven decades.

Worth it.

Also, if you go to the mall and don’t get Wetzel’s Pretzels, you’re basically committing a felony. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.

We visited Build-A-Bear, where my son created a new bestie: PUKU.

Don’t ask about the name.

He loved PUKU... for about two hours. Hasn’t looked at him since. #Toddlers

Oh, and my husband?

He bought me a gold ring engraved with his handwriting that says “my world.”

I know. Barf. Cheesy. Gag. But also… my heart? Melted.

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Then came boba tea, dinosaurs, another nap, and a soul that felt 30% lighter by bedtime.

Sunday: McDonald’s and Marriages that Survive Car Washes

Breakfast: McDonald's.

Judge me if you want, but I’d die for a steak, egg, and cheese bagel and a large mocha frappe. #NoRegrets

(And let’s be honest: My son's entire personality is 80% Hotcakes & Hash Browns.)

While my son napped, my husband and I washed his truck.

Because apparently, if you marry a man with a pickup truck, you also marry his deep emotional attachment to it.

Drive-thru car washes?

Blasphemy.

“Baby will get scratched,” he says.

Okay, sir.

After the truck wash (manual labor = love language?), we squeezed in another nap (I told you... elite weekend), then escaped for some much-needed alone time: eyebrow waxes and pedicures.

Yes, my husband gets monthly pedis.

Yes, he proudly flexes his freshly buffed toes.

Crusty toes are a choice, gentlemen. Stay polished.

We finished the day with sushi, returned home to our family, and — you guessed it — took another nap.