Would it be so wrong?

I am so exhausted today that I seriously considered throwing a toilet seat cover on the potty and taking a nap in the stall. I carefully evaluated the likelihood of my ass falling asleep, cutting off the circulation to my legs, and the sleep lines on my face from holding my head in my hands.

But nowhere in this evaluation did I take into account the consequences of getting caught.

Pregnancy brain, anyone?

One hour until lunch and my less-likely-to-be-terminated-for car nap. Whoohoo!