My family knows that I don't relax much. I zoom from the moment I get up to the moment I go to bed. Yesterday evening, I did something a little unusual. I sat down in front of the television to watch the science channel with my son. My son was already parked comfortably, surrounded by pillows and covered with a blanket.
He saw me sitting on the edge of the sofa, like I was ready to take off and do something, and shook his head. "Mama, you need a relaxation kit!"
"A what?" I asked.
He got up and found some pillows and another blanket. "Sit back, Mama!"
I did as he said, and watched as he carefully placed the pillows around me and covered me with the blanket. Then he got the remote and handed it to me. "There you go. The remote completes the kit. Now you can relax!"