Kindergarten had it right. You had to take a nap. Every day, you had to take a nap.
“Put down your crayons, children. It’s nap time,” the teacher said.
Some of the kids drifted off, while others. like me, tossed and turned and fidgeted, waiting to go outside and play “Red Rover, Red Rover” or “London Bridge is Falling Down.”
Looking back, taking a nap every day isn’t such a bad idea. I like naps. Nice long, deep-sleeping naps. Sunday afternoon naps are best of all. Too bad a nap isn’t a regular part of our day anymore.
“I’m sorry. The doctor is taking his nap. He can see you at 2 o’clock.”
“Okay, I’ll wait.”
“The Super Bowl will resume in a half hour, after the players take their naps. In the meantime, you can all eat Nachos and watch commercials.”
“Suits me.”
“We will resume working on your refinance as soon as the title people take their naps. You can wait in our nap room if you’d like.”
“No thanks, I just got up from one.”
Naps weren’t so bad after all. In fact, I think I’ll take one right now.
