I heart power naps.
I don’t know why little children hate naps so much. Is it because they think they are missing out on the action? Or because they don’t like being told what to do?
When my kids hit 2 1/2 years of age, they decided they were done with naps. Bummer.
Well, I love a good nap. And I haven’t had a nap since…was it June? You know, the kind when you rest your head and then you pass out and you dream and you wake up drooling out of the corner of your mouth? Because you are able to shut off all the “to dos” in your life and you just don’t care for an hour?
I had one of those naps this afternoon, sans drool (too bad, because that’s half the fun). It was blissful!
After two weeks of being short on sleep, averaging five hours of sleep a night—for a gal who prefers eight hours—I was simply wiped. And turning into Crazed Honey Badger Woman.
But today was a day off for me, so I made the most of it, despite my tired-ass, drooping face. Oh and don’t you hate when your face droops from exhaustion? Oh and when people tell you “Wow, you look tired.” (More on that later.)
So here is how my day went. Played indoor soccer (football to you worldly folks) with my peeps this morning; went with youngest son to buy him a very sporty winter coat that channels bad-boy-snowboarder; lunched with my family at the gourmet restaurant Carl’s Jr.
Side note: I threw a little fit about “I ordered fried zucchini, not French fries,” and she goes, “No, you ordered fries,” and I’m like “No, I did not order fries,” and she challenges me and arguing with me and I’m like, “I’ll TRADE you my fries for the zucchini I ordered.” Sheesh. Finally got my fried zucchini with ranch and I am grateful she did not spit in them. Or did she?
Oh and then, I went on a brisk walk my husband in the pelting rain; and then…
No work deadlines to worry about (my email even said “I am out of the office today; will be back Monday”); kids were playing Xbox 360 in the other room; load of laundry humming…
I woke up refreshed and ready to take on life again. And probably ready to stay up until 2:00 a.m. again. Sometimes you just have to miss out on the action. And just maybe, you’ll lose a little bit of that Crazed-Honey-Badger-Woman-attitude. And just maybe, everyone around you will be grateful that you did.