Monday, April 9, 2012

On Napping.

When I was little, I hated naps. I refused to take them, and would kick and scream so as to not sleep.

Now, on the other hand? I crave naps.

My husband will be the first to tell you that in the evenings when it's our TV watching time, if I get horizontal, I'm out. Enter why we should do as the Mexicans do and have a siesta time each day! {I'm yawning just thinking about it.}


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Anywhos, I took a nap yesterday for the first time in a long time. Brandon was watching The Masters on TV {why is golf on TV such a prime napping atmosphere? I swear, they should play that at the spa as opposed to creepy Indian rain dance music...} and I just snoozed on the couch for an hour.

If only I could go back and tell my five year-old self to enjoy those naps. Oh, and don't make your Mom set a timer for you to have to be in the bathtub because you refuse to stay in there long enough to get clean. And, eat grits.

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