Napping is one of my love languages.
If napping were an Olympic event, I'd totally be a contender. I would love the training regimen!
During my sophomore year in college, my roommate and I were voted the floor sleepyheads. We were worthy.
I am not a "power napper"...someone who only needs a twenty minute snooze. Twenty minutes would only make me grump...-ier. I am happiest when I can visit the Land of Nod for two hours...at least. I guess you could say I'm a long distance napper, not a sprint napper.
My fave time to nap is on Sunday afternoon...after a morning of worship...during a football game. Meaning that I nap during the football game...not that the worship is during a football game. I mean...well...hopefully you know what I mean.
I recently confessed that I expect to leave this temporary earthly home with one regret...that I did not eat more guacamole. As I ponder my love for naps, I now believe that I'll have two...the second being that I didn't appreciate the napping opportunities in my youth way...way...more.
Note: The above picture is not me. There is no way I would publish a picture of myself napping. This is my youngest who had the nerve to crash one afternoon...after getting up before 5:30 a.m. I did not get to nap.