There are two kinds of people in the world, those who believe in naps and those who don’t.
I belong to the former camp. Late Friday afternoons are a sacred space because I get to nap for 45-60 mins in my empty home. Just the whirring of the fan. Bliss.
I’m a bit embarrassed to state that my nap usually happens after drinking my once-a-week indulgence of Japanese beer. Maybe that’s why I sleep so unobstructed by thoughts of life.
As it is, I feel like I have derived a second wind to deal with tonight’s parenting. That’s awesome.1
Do you nap?
Footnotes
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The common phrase heard around the water cooler and the school lockers is TGIF (Thank God It’s Friday). In the UK and Australia, they have a different term called POETS day (Piss Off Early Tomorrow’s Saturday.) So, POETS! ↩