Naptime usually signals for moms the chance to get a thing or two done: maybe shower, check e-mail, tidy, or read the newspaper. Occasionally, they take the opportunity to rest themselves. I had the most absolutely awesome nap yesterday, and part of the reason it was so outrageously perfect was because I had three cuddly, warm boys snuggled up with me.
My husband had just come back from a business trip and was exhausted. I never need an excuse to nap, but he just isn’t a napper. I really wanted him to rest, so I managed to convince him to at least take a breather with the boys and I. He must have been really zonked, because he didn’t even protest.
The day was perfect for it: a truly miserable, classic Wet Coast nasty afternoon: the clouds were so dark that the early afternoon felt like evening. Our neighbourhood was quiet. We all crawled under the covers in mommy and daddy’s bed and miraculously all fell asleep.
We stayed in that slumber for a full two hours, drifting off into the kind of solid sleep that working people everywhere dream about. It was heaven.
I wish you all the opportunity to nap, whether it’s with your kids, your spouse, or in solitary splendour. It’s a damn fine thing.