After all of the wonderful food and late nights and frenetic activity of the last week, I’m ready to just wave the white flag and surrender. Yesterday was all I could have hoped it would be. A great morning, a nice dinner, a happy family. All the planning seems to have been worth it on many levels, but it’s over. Sometimes I get the blues after the big day, but pleasant relief is prominent at the moment. Now my mind turns to my next goal: a nap.
There is a fine art to napping. It has to be in the right place, at the right temperature, the right noise level, and the right degree of somnolence to be optimal — except for days like today, in which I could curl up anywhere and drop off just by closing my eyes. That’s probably good, since the kids will have people over and be playing a new Wii game all afternoon. Unfortunately, that means my favorite napping spot is off-limits; I try not to snore or drool in front of my daughter’s friends.
I’ll just have to be creative with it and find a semi-quiet spot where I won’t either embarrass anyone or be in the way, but I fully intend to join the ranks of tired parents dozing off today. My kids will just have to work around me.