You’ve saved my sanity throughout the years far more than any therapy session could have. You allow me to write: on my blog, in my journal, on other people’s blogs. You let me sleep when the kids wake me at night, you let me exercise when I need to blow off steam, you let me sit and stare into space when I’m too zonked out to do anything else.
Oh, lovely two-hour nap, how would I live without you?
You’re the quiet time in my day, you’re the excuse to turn the phone off, put a note on the door not to ring the bell, politely decline any and all appointments. Just last week you let me paint my nails, catch up on some much-needed sleep, read a book (albeit a bad one, but that’s no fault of yours), flip through a magazine, bake a cake, edit pictures and write, write, write. I’m not greedy, I don’t expect to enjoy you every single day, just know that you are much, much appreciated when you come round.
Oh, cherished afternoon nap, please, don’t ever leave me.
