I'm sitting, facing the wall, looking at a crack in the floor and wondering how long I'm going to be forced to stay here. I have this nagging feeling there is something else I'm supposed to be doing but for the life of me I can't think of what it could be.
Oh..now I remember...I'm suppose to be having a time-out. A reward (so to speak) for all of the hard work and accomplishments. So, why does it feel like a punishment?
Maybe a corner isn't the best place to take a time-out.