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The definition of NAP (according to Wikipedia): is a short period of sleep, usually during daytime. Naps may be taken when one becomes drowsy during the day or as a traditional daily practice. It is common for small children and elderly people to take frequent naps
It’s funny how my kids (for the first 5 years of their little lives) bucked me like their lives depended on it when it came to naptime.
ME..on the other hand, is a different story. I love naps. I crave naps. I YEARN for naps.
I love naps so much…I’d be willing to PAY for the privilege. Naps are a beautiful thing.
I go “napless” all week long. Which is probably why I turn to MommySaurus Rex about 9:00 every night. If I am not in bed by 9:30 p.m…nobody likes me.
I don’t even like myself.
So when weekends come, I begin my mental plot to grab a beloved NAP. It’s like a freakin covert operation to find the time and sneak away for a Power Nap.
The only downside is my rugrats. Bless their little pee-pickin-hearts, when I try to sneak away to take siesta, they find me every time. I know they love me and just want to hang with mom, but I’d prefer to NOT become Mommy; The Prone Trampoline and endure repeated “GetUpMommy, GetUpMommy, GETUP!!!”
SO, at what age does rationality set it? You know, the ability to think it through and go “OK, if we leave Mom alone for 20 minutes, she won’t turn into MommyZilla when it gets dark. She might even let eat ice cream for bedtime snack….”
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?