I have had only one decent-length nap in months, and with my absolutely necessary nocturnal activities, I've been averaging about six hours of sleep each night. I don't complain. In fact, I've even stopped yawning (unless it's past midnight or the conversation is lagging). I think my body is trying to tell me that I could survive 3:00 am feedings or 5:30 am alarm clocks. Let's hope that both of these possibilities are many years off, though. I might even be able to admit, albeit reluctantly, that this sleeplessness has increased my productivity and my overall happiness. Don't try this at home friends; I do not endorse any stimulants in replacement of my napping. Maybe the reason for my nap-less life is a direct result of all the great things that have happened to me over the past couple months. Who needs sleep when you can bake bread or give balloons to a child? What kind of nap could possibly take the place of an outdoor adventure or a conversation with a dear friend? Wow. It sounds like I've just made a pretty strong case against naps, which was definitely not my intent.
Yes. There will be naps this week. There will also be cookies, summer school, books, and lots of hugs. I think I can safely say that they will all be great.