Sleep Baby Sleep

I remember being little and not wanting to take a nap. While I know I desperately did NOT want to lay down, the rationale behind it is lost. Not deterred by my protests, my mom would say that I didn’t have to sleep, but I did need to lay down. She would then put on an Oak Ridge Boys gospel album, and within a song or two, I was out.

Now I love not only the Oak Ridge Boys (how can anyone beat “Nobody Wants to Play Rhythm Guitar Behind Jesus”?), but I also am a huge napping fan.

I am not a power napper. If I don’t have at least an hour, it’s not worth it to me to lay down. My internal body clock simply won’t let me do it. Given enough time, I’ll open up the curtains, let the sunshine in and spend some quality time in bliss.

While I called diet soda my elixir of choice, in rethinking it, the true guilty pleasure is dozing in the daytime. There is something decadent about sleeping when I “should” or at least “could” be doing something productive.

How do little kids not appreciate the good thing that they have: napping is expected of them? Maybe because it isn’t voluntary. Heaven knows I prefer doing the same activity so much more when its for fun rather than a “have to”.

Perhaps, even more importantly, it is a matter of control. When you are young, so little is under your control: your food, your clothes, your transportation, everything is dictated to you. Even your body doesn’t always listen to you … not that mine seems to be paying much attention to me lately either!

So I will be spending part of this lovely day off participating in my favorite leisure activity of napping, with Carmen right along side me.

Are you a napper? Power or leisurely? What is your guilty pleasure?