Better than Prozac?

I hit a few quilt shops today and this is what I brought home with me. Once I got home, unloaded the car, picked my daughter up from school, made dinner, straightened up a bit...I was exhausted. I whined to my family that the only thing that might make me feel better was to display all of my new fabrics on the floor, so I could appreciate all their beauty and glory. And then, mostly for the amusement of my family, I got down on the floor.......and I rolled around on them. (Sorry if this is too much information.) And don't roll your eyes- I'll bet some of you have done it too. It did make me feel better, much better in fact.