I’m jealous of my nephew. I’m jealous of his carefree life where the only things he has to do are eat, sleep, and play. He’s only three so I suppose I should cut him some slack. However, I will be sure to encourage my sister to teach him all the things that my mother-in-law never taught my husband: to cook, to clean, and to iron a dress shirt.
I’m jealous that he can sleep whenever he wants. He just needs to rub his eyes and pull a blanket up over his head. I would love to do the same, especially when I’m in a staff meeting. I would love for someone to put some quite music on, tuck me in and let me wake up when I’m good and ready.
I would love to have a nap. In fact, I dream of having a nap even when I’m sleeping. I so desperately would love to have two hours alone in my bedroom with a good book, stretched out, the letters all turning to zzzzzs.
Somewhere between the ages of two and five children are supposed to stop having naps, according to a parenting magazine I saw at my sister’s place. I didn’t read the whole article, because I am a child-less woman with no intentions at the moment and those parenting magazines have the most adorable children in them, and sometimes it makes my insides go, “awwww”. From what I gathered in the side bar blurb, the expectation is that children need to be weaned from naps in order to be productive citizens. And once they are weaned there is no going back. Just five to six decades of nap-less days, and then a joyous return to napping upon retirement.
I don’t understand why we allowed this. Why have we adapted to the ridiculous conventions of what constitutes a work ethic (16 hour days, eating lunch at your desk, multitasking), when we could be having regular naps? Who invented the nine to five schedule, and why was he so cruel?
Road rage, alcoholism, addictions… would they still be happening if people got the sleep they needed? Would you honk or flip the bird if another driver went ahead of you at a four-way stop? What about if you just woke up from a catnap? I doubt it. Would you dull the pain and anguish of life with a vodka martini? Maybe. But you would be well rested, so who’s to say?
In many European countries they “siesta” every day after their midday meal. They go home to eat their lunch with their family and then take a short nap. This makes perfect sense. Life shouldn’t be about finding time for those wonderful moments, life should be filled with those moments. Sleepy, dreamy, wonderful moments.
Now, let’s get back to napping. All in favour, say “I”.