Naps are something that I never enjoyed as a child, but love as an adult. I don't remember being told to take naps much as a kid, but I'm sure I was. No doubt that I was put down for naps many times as an infant and toddler. I was apparently a very agreeable child, so this probably was not an issue for my parents. I don't remember taking naps in preschool. I don't know if we would have or not considering we were only there for half a day. I do remember taking them in Mrs. Shell's kindergarten class. Each day we would have to grab a mat, which were probably not the cleanest things in the world, and lay down in the darkened classroom for a certain amount of time. I can imagine that Mrs. Shell was happy for the daily break. Other than that, naps did not purposely take a place in my life until adulthood. Sure, I would take naps here and there growing up but it wasn't a regular thing. And usually it was because I was ridiculously tired.
As an adult, though, now I look forward to those naps. I take them mainly on the weekends, but they are a luxurious addition to my day. I look forward to just laying on the couch or the bed, letting my body relax and just enjoying the stillness. I usually listen to music while I nap. It soothes me. And naps aren't always about sleeping for me. Sometimes I just lay there awake and still. Even then, I feel quite rested and rejuvenated afterwards. In this crazy world, it's refreshing to have those moments of peace all to myself.
As a result, naps have become a staple of my adult weekend routine. I normally manage to get two or three in each weekend and I love every one of them. I never knew what I was missing out on as a child by not having regular naps. Silly me! I'm so much better for having learned their benefits. I haven't figured out how to make them a part of my weekday routines, but never give up hope. Maybe I can convince work that we need to have mandatory nap times. I mean, if our residents can sleep in the lobby, why can't we? LOL
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