There are certain things that moms feel are sacred. Nap time is sacred to me. That means 10-12 in the morning is pretty much a time I prefer to be at home with Henry sleeping. It's why I have gone to 9:00 mass (helps that the church is across the street too). If he doesn't get that first nap, the whole day is shot.
Why? Because like most infants his age, he gets clingy, only wants mama and really nothing makes him happy except being on my hip. I'm trying REALLY hard to break that, but it just results in more whining.