At this point in our lives, nap time is like one of those meteor showers that won’t happen again until a billion years from now, or when the stars align and some sort of time travel portal opens, or any other very rare astronomy-related moment in time. Nap time is counted in seconds, and is never (ever) long enough. These times must be treasured, people.
What I do during nap time:
- Create checklists, making sure to also include any tasks I’ve already completed, purely for the satisfaction of checking them off and admiring my productivity at the end of the day.
- Discover even more of my life that can be purchased on Amazon Prime. And purchase it.
- Stare nervously at the baby monitor.
- Decide that every chore I need to do around here is too noisy, and must wait.
- Decide that showering is too noisy, and must wait.
- Decide that the safest activity involves not moving.
- Become enraged at every loud car that passes, every door that is slammed, and every dog that barks within a mile radius.
- Run, nay, leap down the stairs to catch the postal worker before they ring our doorbell with my latest Prime purchase.