I’m a connoisseur of a number of things. James Bond movies, hats, castles, romance novels, chick flicks, Afternoon tea, reading on the beach at sunset, Rolls Royces, good looking men, boats, Auburn football and naps.
Yes, you read that correctly. Naps. I’m a big fan of a nap. I believe in it. There is no better sleep than that gotten at two o’clock in the afternoon. During the past year, I’ve not substitute taught as much as usual and I’ve had more changes for afternoon nap.
While my children were still small enough to take afternoon naps I did also. As they grew, I still continued to have them take afternoon “down time.” They didn’t like me calling it a nap when they reached elementary school age. I would read to them and then we would all go down for a nap. When the youngest was smaller, he had to make hospitals visits that required us to leave at 5:45 in the morning. We often didn’t make it home until late in the afternoon. He would crawl into bed and curl up next to me to take a nap. We still do take a nap after our visits but at twenty three he chooses the couch and I, my bed.
Naps are my way of renewing myself to prepare for the evening. I’m a much happier and kinder wife to my husband after I’ve had a nap. A friend of mine once told me that he knew his wife was sick because she took a nap. My husband would know I was sick if I didn’t take a nap!
Other countries do it right went it comes to naps. They call it a siesta only because it sounds more sophisticated than a nap but it’s the same thing. A siesta is serious business and not taken lightly. Years ago my children and I were in Brindisi, Italy. We were waiting on the afternoon train to Rome so we had to hang around town most of the day. There is a beautiful fountain in the middle of the main street of Brindisi. As we walked by it my daughter commented, “I bet they turn that off during siesta.” Most of the stores closed during siesta and we had no place to nap so we window shopped. We went by fountain again and sure enough it was running. Later after the siesta, the fountain was flowing at full force. We had a good laugh. Even a fountain needs a nap.
Do you like a nap? Are you a connoisseur of something? Do tell.