I don't normally nap. I just don't like to. I think it's because I can't stand to be sleeping while others are awake. I might miss out on something.
The other day I had a splitting headache so I snuck upstairs to lie down for awhile to see if it would help.
Within minutes...I.kid.you.not...the room started to fill up with little people. They came in quietly. One came over and stared at me about an inch away from my face to see if I was REALLY asleep. I pretended to be, so they began discussing the situation in loud stage whispers.
Before long, they settled down on the floor to watch the spectacle of their mother sleeping. DURING THE DAY.
Jake went out and soon came back with a blanket. He spread it out over me and tucked it under my chin. How cute was that? I almost hugged him....but that would have given away the fact that I wasn't actually sleeping.
I was lying on my side on an antique wicker couch that once belonged to my great-grandma. In order for Jake to get the blanket on 'correctly,' he climbed on top of me to smooth out the wrinkles.
Well that was comfortable.
Then he decided to join me. He chose to put his head on the opposite end of the couch, and wedged himself between the back of it and my legs.
With his little feet in the small of my back.
Again....that was comfortable.
Then he got bored.
So he wiggled up and off the couch and shushed everyone who was in the room.
The other kids were now playing a Go Fish, which had started out quietly. Now, however, several disagreements had broken out and were resulting in louder voices. Much louder. The din was actually hilarious in view of the fact that SOMEONE was trying to nap.
Jake decided to get back up on the couch. He climbed over me but that caused the blanket to come off. So he fixed it--by climbing all over me. Then he wedged himself back into his little nest and returned his feet to my back.
And ripped one...as in: passed gas.
This caused the other kids to go into gales of laughter.
Which caused one of them to also loose control of Mr. Sphincter and rip one.
Which caused even more hilarity.
Excuse me, people...I'm trying to rest!
Oh never mind...it's not going to happen and I am actually feeling better just from having you guys near me, trying to be sweet and caring.
Although I could live without the passing gas.
It's a good thing I'm not fond of naps. It would be a daily frustration if I had to try to sleep with all that ruckus going on around me.