El Rey De Siestas
I love to nap. Let me repeat that, I LOVE to nap. I don't discriminate either. I love all kinds of naps. Long one that effectively kill an afternoon or short ones that last ten minutes. Any time I get to close my eyes and drift off during the day is a fine moment indeed. Being a parent of young children these blessed moments are far and in between. Unless they are napping of course. Then all bets are off and I can recline and drop off for a while. Most naps are not consistent things for me. My kids are usually the ones to wake me. They take the subtle approach of standing on my chest and screaming at me to wake up. Or sometimes my oldest will try to take the remote control which I have purposely placed close to me. I usually wake to find the television turned to Nickelodeon and the volume blaring. Hey, if he can get the remote from me successfully, he deserves to watch his own programming. Sometimes I'll fall asleep and then wake to see what is on. Then turn this to something more interesting and fall right back to sleep. I call this a 'nap-check'. Gotta make sure that the TV is tuned to something I want to watch, even if the only thing watching it is the cat.
One of the things I love about my dog is that he appreciates a good nap. He often naps with me and this is everything I've ever wanted from dog. Screw that catching Frisbees shit; I want one who will sense that his master is fading and want to do nothing but joint him. My only issue with napping with the dog is that he is one warm little puppy. I usually find that the area he's laying in is perspiring like crazy. I usually just move him to a cooler place and he and I fall back to sleep. He's a good dog. We are currently working on him fetching me the remote, but smearing it in beef giblets is not very conducive to using the remote and makes the wife a smidge unhappy. Eh, I'll work out the kinks eventually. Maybe hot-gluing a dog toy to the remote. This could work, but I see problems down the road it he wants to play and I want to turn the channel. As we all know, me not being able to do this on a moments notice is just NOT ok.
So people, take those naps. I'm sure some medical research center somewhere has said that it's good for you. I know it’s good for me. When I nap during the day, I helps to get me through movies that I want to watch at night. If I don't nap, I'll assuredly fall asleep at a pivotal moment and I'll have to watch the movie again. Taking a nap is as American as apple pie and corrupt politicians. Do your part. Uncle Sam is counting on you. That is when he's done taking his afternoon nap...


2 Comments:
I'm ready for one of those naps now... My phone keeps waking me up!
When it comes to naps for me, the longer the better. I'm not a big fan of being woke up. If someone wakes me up, there's a good chance I'll be a littel crabby for a while. I suppose that's why I don't take many of them. It keeps everyone a bit happier...
Naps.... wow what a memory ... you'd think that after all this time I would be able to take them. But an implanted psychosis lasts forever. I mean long gone are the days when I would be awakened bolt upright by having 6 pairs of little girl eyes (all under the age of 6 [believe in the numbers people]) surrounding me, hushed murmurs of what I Believe are chants gently fading. Gone are the days when the cat would clutch to me after rescuing him the spinning dance of death in the dryer. Or the dog trying to get under where I am laying, drenched and dripping after having been tested for flotation in the pool.
NAP!!?? It’s when they were quiet that the fear would really set in. I would constantly be checking for fires, famine, destructions, sacrifices to Satan, so when I would finally collapse into a heap I could count on a solid 3-5 minutes of rem before one of my eyelids would be pried open and a voice (or two) would whisper... "Do you think she's alive"? "I don’t know! Throw the baby at her, if she catches her it'd be a yes"(how Grace got to be 17 is a blessing from GOD!! Divine intervention soooo many times)
So, many years ago we learned, Naps ARE for babies, so we can look for booby traps, or set some up (our family mantra "Show no fear, THEY eat the weak")
but now adays if I dose off (extreme old age will sneak up on you) the bolt upright fear that will grip me is now replaced with "did my heart stop! am I still breathing did my SS check not come!! My baby is now 17 and they trail all the way up to 24, and SHE now has two babies of her own; girls.... do I see a cycle here. (Show no Fear THEY eat the left overs). =:P
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