Napping is core to my identity. I make a daily list that includes a nap. All other items can stare at me accusingly and I will still feel accomplished if I can cross off “nap” with the strong line of a pencil held in a well rested hand. If I haven’t napped during internationally acknowledged siesta time I will often take an evening nap, screwing my sleep cycle just to experience the bliss of snuggling into bed during off hours.
Lately life is getting in the way of my naps. My morning walks have been pushed to the afternoon now that I am writing. My morning writing has been shifted a bit later now that I somehow feel I need to be up on the news of the world. I wake up and read the Times for 30 minutes…minutes that could have been used napping later in the day. After I finish writing (sometimes even AFTER lunch) I hang out with Steve. Steve used to work in an office. Now he is home to garden, food shop, do taxes, and some other euphemisms. All of this togetherness happens during PRIME nap time.
After years of doing nothing all of a sudden the boys have two to three afternoons of activities each(I wonder where they get it). We had carefully arranged for them to walk home (across the street) from school so I could still be in bed at 3pm when they returned and made themselves a snack. Now I am up and dressed and sometimes have even MADE A SNACK FOR THEM so we can head out to tennis or volleyball. There are many days that I listen to Steve coaching the fifth grade DI team during the time that I could have fit “late nap” into my packed schedule. There are days that I coach the fifth grade DI team. On those days I miss my nap most of all.
It is almost as if I am a grown up. I work and get paid (part time…very little). I know what is going on in the world (through the eyes of one liberal news outlet). I exercise (if you can call a stroll a workout…and you can.) I drive my kids to activities (when I can find them…the kids and the activities.) I even do things like make doctors appointments and manage rental properties. There are days that the mail only stays ignored on the floor for a single hour. The next thing I know I will start answering the phone. Ha. Never.
In my life of loafing I have found that it is exhausting to be awake. Despite being tired the modest accomplishment of staying vertical during the daylight seems to pay off for the whole family. Making it through an entire day with open eyes has opened my eyes to the grace of competency. And it makes nighttime snuggles even sweeter.