Nap Time

Christmas day was a fun day. Up late the night before wrapping the last of the childrens gifts and placing them under the tree. Putting to gether scooters and toys of all sizes is an expected skill of any father – even if you’ve never see it before, you have to put it together in less than a few hours. Then after the finishing touches are done and you and ‘mrs clause’ are sufficiently exhausted from all the preparations for the following day, off to bed at the reasonably silly hour of 11pm.

The following morning the children in their eagerness get up and begin checking out the gifts and like good girls they wait for everyone to wake before tearing open the wrapping paper and giggling with delight. This year we drove to the Sunshine Coast to visit the cousins. Good times, but straight after lunch its off to bed for a nap.

The following day, about the same time I napped again. Today I felt like napping again, but resisted. I’d like to nap. If I could incorporate a nap into my work day I think it would be rejuvanating. Surely the employer would benefit from their employee’s taking a nap during the lunch our, if only the desks could have a pillow and a curtin under them, I think I’d go for it.