of the furtive nap
There is a house,
a napping house,
where everyone is sleeping.
In this hilarious book from my childhood, “everyone” is a snoring granny, a dreaming child, a dozing dog, a snoozing cat, a slumbering mouse…and a wakeful flea. The fact that it’s one of my favourite books may reveal a little too much about me.
In high school, I staked out Sunday afternoon as quality time avoiding homework due Monday morning with my bed. I drew my yellow curtains, turned the fan on high to mask the sound of motorcycles puttering up the hill outside my window, and snoozed for two delicious hours. In my first year of uni, necessity forced me to master the more practical power nap – 20 minutes of deep sleep right before class. By the end of that year, I had pared it down to 10 comatose minutes that recharged me just enough to jump up and go.
These days I’m more likely to do this: 
Are you a napper? Do you ever give in to the urge to zonk out? Yesterday I very nearly did.
I love a good nap! I wish I could take more of them. The best are in the sun, like a cat.
Absolutely! Sadly that kind is pretty rare in these parts, so I make do with rainy afternoon naps, which are pretty stupendous too. (:
I have so been enjoying your blog, although I feel significantly inferior to your awesomeness. :) I personally try to nap daily. I convince myself that it’s the only way to make myself a nicer person, but really, I just love napping. Most of the time, I nap until my two “wakeful fleas” demand my attention–and yes, we love that book too–but the broken beds only happen when I’m pregnant. Thank goodness.
Marian, how fun that you stopped by!
Is there a way to coax those sweet wakeful fleas to all nap with you at the same time? My utopian motherhood fantasy always involves that co-napping scenario. (:
I am in great and urgent need of a good nap today, due to staying out far too late last night and not really being able to cope with myself as a result! But no, I’m browsing your lovely blog instead…thanks for the great post.