Last year, I was exhausted. Between being a mum of four, being a wife to my brilliant husband, maintaining my social life, exercising, and work, I felt like all I did was rush from one thing to the next. Even the things that I did for my own health, like moving my body, had blended into the stress and chaos of daily life.
When I realised how exhausted I was, physically and mentally, I wanted to do something simple but radical, just for myself. That’s where the idea to sleep on my (carpeted) living room floor came from. It seemed like such a simple way to change up my routine and add some novelty to a part of the day I otherwise felt like I was just rushing to get over and done with: must get to sleep, so that I can get to tomorrow, and start ticking more things off my list.
