I uesd to take naps but now naps take me.
Seriously, one minute I’m minding my b-i-bidness and then the next, I open my eyes and an hour has passed. Take today, for instance – I had a modest little shopping agenda. I took a shower, got dressed and all fixed up, sat down at around 12:30 pm to put on my shoes and goodnight, nurse.
Now, in my defense, I had my customary messed up night time sleep complete with pre-dawn coffee drinking. The (kid)napping occurred about 7 hours after the last cup. And I did do laundry and whipped up a new batch of biscotti (anise) in the meantime.
Supper overload: I made stuffed peppers today at the same time that Sami decided to take advantage of NJ’s mild weather and make kutfa an on the grill (Sami’s recipe involves mincing the parsley and using the finest side of a box grater to produce onion juice). I took the path of least resistance and went mid-eastern for tonight. That means tomorrow’supper is in the bag and I might even have time for a nap when I come back from the office. Although I might not need that after-work nap if I fall asleep sitting upright at my desk.
Don’t get me wrong – I like to take naps but I want to do it on my terms. I do not care for naps taking me.