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Nap Time
September 12, 2005

I don't really think I have taken a nap since back in the days of Kindergarten.


Unlike today's scholastic standards where kids in Kindergarten are learning the works of Einstein, in my day it was all about finger painting, story time, knowing how to write your name, and making sure little Bobby Singer didn't wipe his boogers on your new dress.


Our schedules were pretty consistent, too. Every day at 1:30 we took 1/2 hour naps. Well, we were supposed to, anyway. Teacher Shelly would play a little tune on her xylophone and we would all head to our cubicles to get our floor blankets. Only I didn't have a floor blanket. Little Becky Whitman had the softest pink blanket, and Sandy Tinker had a beach towel with stripes. But not me. No, I had to pick the multi-colored braided rug that I fell to the floor in agony over when The Mother informed me it wasn't fit for lying on. The hardware store dramatics, however, won her over and I proudly brought my rolled up rug to school.

She was right, though. That thing was bumpy as Hell and I could never find a comfortable position to lie on.


Anyway, it didn't matter.


Teacher Shelly would pull the shades and turn down the lights and play soft music while we all lied there staring at the ceiling. Little Joey Smith used to be the first one out. He would breathe through his mouth and always had a puddle of drool on his blanket when the lights came back on. For the most part, the room was silent except for the soft music - and me.

I couldn't sleep to save my life. Even then I was high strung, and I would strike up conversations about life with whomever was stupid enough to lie next to me. I would always get a little tap, "Close your eyes, now, it's time for you to be quiet." I would close my eyes tight and wait until she walked away when I would peak one eye open and go back to discussing what Becky Hester had in her lunch sack. Only I learned enough to keep the whispers on the down-low. That is, until the day I squealed when Charlie Engel told me his mom sent him to school with two Ding Dongs, and one was for me.

I got moved to the open space beside Teacher's desk where I spent the better part of my spring staring at the ceiling talking to myself.


So, yeah. I don't nap so much.

So yesterday afternoon I was returning some voice mails when I called Client Trixie. She answered the phone with this, "Hi. Before you say anything let me just tell you that this is my nap time. I always nap between 4:00 and 5:00. I've got 15 more minutes so can you call me back?"

I was a little stunned but stuttered out an, "Uh... sure" before I hung up the phone.


I was pretty tempted to call her back and asked what her mom packed her for lunch. But I would have been the only one laughing.


But then, I am usually the only one laughing.

Posted by Foodwhore at September 12, 2005 09:35 PM

But napping is sweet!
Especially if you manage to shut up the rest of the world, or at least your neighbours.
Although it only happens if you woke up seriously early and that hope of getting some more sleep will take you right through the morning and to your afternoon nap!

Posted by: Muse at September 13, 2005 02:30 AM

Since my hubby gets me up so early, I nap with my girls when they do in the afternoon. It is the only way I can get past 5pm! We loooove our naps. I am NOT sure I would tell someone to call me back I'm napping though.

Posted by: Traci at September 13, 2005 04:26 AM

I have a nap daily. It's the only way I can survive homeschooling my children.

Posted by: Dj at September 13, 2005 05:25 AM

Ah, thanks for the daily dose of hilarity, once again!

Posted by: CAD Monkey at September 13, 2005 06:03 AM

Have you ever been pregnant? I am now 9 weeks along, and I can barely get through the day without napping. I haven't napped since college, but really I need one to survive. It must be nice to have a set nap schedule like that woman.

Posted by: Laura at September 13, 2005 07:42 AM

Just a minute here! She answered the phone and was awake enough to rattle off that warning? somethin' fishy here. Beware the days to come with this one.

Posted by: Alisa at September 13, 2005 08:28 AM

Anyone who picks up the phone when they don't want to deserves what they get. Let it ring, let the machine get it, that's what it's for.

Biggles

Posted by: Dr. Biggles at September 13, 2005 08:35 AM

I'm usually more tired after the nap.

Posted by: Kristin at September 13, 2005 10:04 AM

in college, we nap all the time. lol

Posted by: hehe at September 13, 2005 12:37 PM

When we lived in Japan one of my friends was a Japanese woman whose son was a first-year college student. She was horrified that his contribution to the campus was to start a Nap Club. Just like kindergarten, at a set time evey day they would all roll out their mats and take a nap.

Posted by: Barb at September 14, 2005 03:25 AM

Hating to wake up early, I remember asking my kindergarten teacher with all sincerity,"why do we have to get up so early if we just have to come here and nap?"

I'm still wondering.

Posted by: Metro Foodie at September 14, 2005 12:45 PM

Don't call her back. Wait for her to call you and then tell her it's snack time, you'll have to get back to her.

Posted by: Ilene at September 14, 2005 03:37 PM
 
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