Cause let me tell you, napping, I love it. I typically take
one every day around 1pm that lasts anywhere from forty-five minutes to almost
two hours. I love it. I also hate it for the time I waste, but I just can’t
My love of naps has always been there. My bed at my parent’s
house was angled just right so that on a sunny day, there was a big square of
sunshine smack in the middle of my bed through the afternoons. I remember
waiting to get home from school to crash in that warm spot.
After high school…hello 40work week became helllloooo raft
in a swimming pool!
Outside on a hammock? Check.
Leaned against a car door going down the road? Yep. (oh my
god, concrete bridges with the bump….bump…bump…
are the freaking BEST EVER)
My grandma used to comment on how easily I would nap when I was a kid. If they couldn’t find me, they only needed to look under blankets or coats on the floor. Yep, I can even nap on a floor. Hardwoods, crap trailer house carpet or my grandma’s thick stuff. Doesn’t matter.
Speaking of coats…winter time napping. Oh, yes, ma’am. Sign me
up anytime. Frost on the windows, heat blowing out the heaters, me with a
blanket. Nothing quite like it.
There’s only one place I can’t nap. That’s in a parking lot
while I’m waiting on something. That’s because I’m slightly paranoid about all
the crazy people in the world.
Rather it’s in the
husband’s lap during some sport game, crashed across the couch or in the bed, I
will always be a napper. What about you?