Naps are Magical

Nap time is my favorite time of day.  It's absolutely magical.  The quiet silence that follows the kids going down is such a wonderful, peaceful noise.  And, the best part?  I nap too.  I love naps.  I have loved naps since college.

I napped in my dorm in college.  I napped in my car when I waited tables after college.  I napped in the library when I was graduate school.  I napped on Sundays when I was pastor.  I napped when my kids napped ever since they were born.

I love the reset in the middle of the day.  I love the waking up with my mind empty.  I love waking up warm and fuzzy.

I have made such a habit of naps, that I almost need them.  All my close friends and family know about my nap habits.  But, I kind of do need naps.  My doctor says I have insomnia.  Thanks, doc.  I don't really like to admit it.  With my insomnia, I don't stay up all hours of the night watching old reruns or cleaning the house.  I just lay in bed a couple hours before I fall asleep.  It sucks.  It's exhausting.  My sweet doctor offered my a prescription for sleeping pills, but then I wouldn't be able to get up with my kids in the middle of the night.  So, instead, I nap.

Just after lunch is nap time in my house.  My four year old son, is starting to outgrow naps.  Some days he still naps over an hour.  Some days, not at all.  I know my napping days are numbered.  For this reason, I'm really thankful that my husband lets me have a nice, long nap on the weekends.

For Christmas, my sweet husband had the kids give me this shirt that reads: I like to party, and by party I mean take naps.  The is my new favorite shirt.  It totally fits my personality, and my love of naps.

A couple of weeks ago, I started watching a few extra children.  The new girl, she doesn't really nap.  By doesn't really, I mean that she screams during nap time until I go get her.  I was hoping this would only take a week for her to get comfortable.  Nope.  She still screams until I get her, and then, she promptly falls asleep on my chest.

This past week, not only do I long for my own nap, but I long for silence.  My kids napped.  The other kids napped, and if they didn't, they still laid quietly for at least 30 minutes.  I went from a peaceful nap time to just the opposite.

Now, I stare zombie-like as the waking kids watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse before they fully wake up from their own afternoon slumber.

Such is life, but, I love it.  I'm thankful to be home with my kids, and nap when my husband is home.