Now I realize this might come as a surprise to a lot of you, but as it turns out I am not good at everything. I know. I know! In fact, some of the things I am just terrible at include: humility (see opening sentence), counting (ask my coworkers), keeping up with my trailer park fridays commitment (sorry about that…), responding to text messages in a timely manner (or at all), finding my car keys (or am I just really great at losing them?), sleeping on airplanes (too tall!), waiting for my fingernail polish to dry (ugh), making a pint of ben and jerry’s last me more than 24 hours (or even two), and taking naps.
My whole life I have been terrible at naps. For me, taking a nap meant tossing and turning for two hours, finally getting fed up, and spending the rest of the day mad at myself for the two hours I wasted staring at my ceiling. If ever I was lucky enough to actually fall asleep I usually woke up a million times more tired and entirely cranky. Eventually I accepted my fate as a non-napper and moved on. I even grew to be okay with the fact. But then I moved to Florida and everything changed. I have become a napping machine, y’all. Oh how I love the naps. More naps please!
These days I spend most of my time at work looking forward to the nap at the end of the tunnel. Entire daydreams are devoted to afternoons spent with my comfy bed. How did I ever get by before the days of the naps? Sometimes, I even find myself getting a little bit grumpy if I don’t get my nap.
I don’t even remember the days before I learned how to nap. Surely they must have been sad and sleepy days.
One can merely speculate what could have brought this change, but if you ask me I suspect it had something to do with school. After seventeen years of school I have learned that life on the other side means time for books and naps. Throw in all the time I spend at Disney World and it’s like a rendezvous with my four year old self.