01.19.13

Naps

This past week and a half have been incredibly rediculous. And I apologize for making a hypocrite of myself. This blog was supposed to be a resolution for ever single day, and yet, I am behind. Insanely behind. 
So I am sorry. 
But I write today as an advocate for the one thing we, as normal grown adults, resented when we were children. Naps.
Back then it was the worst time of day, the one hour of dread we had to endure, and behave accordingly, because that is what we were told to do. We would fake close our eyes and pretend to drift away on the clouds of Dreamland, but in reality, our little energetic minds would be plotting our next attack on the playground, what we would draw with our huge crayons, and what snacks mom or dad packed in our super hero lunch boxes for that day. 
Sleep never came, and for those who truly did nap during naptime, well, they were considered the good ones. 
Now, at the ripe old age of 22, I think ebery other hour should be set aside for such occasions, but instead of being wide awake, we actually nap. 
I wish I had taken my parents' advice and my teachers' orders and followed the rules of naptime. Maybe then, now that I am a responsible adult, I wouldn't be so cranky all the time. Naps are now a luxury most of us old folks can't afford, whereas our children get to sleep at the hands of our tax dollars. Seems a bit unfair, but hell, someone has to pay for kindergarten. And it might as well be the people who can't even spare an hour to take a nap.

Resolution #019: Take naps as often as possible. Energy is a rare commodity, and only comes around when you need it least. And when you do need it, it is no where to be found. Take example of our children and their schedules. Do your work, eat your snacks, finger paint a little, and above all else, snooze at noon. Hey, if you did all that, then who the fuck would ever get angry?