Every Sunday, when the TV turns to football just after noon, that's my cue to take a nap. It's like a switch goes off in my brain, and I can no longer function. My body gets heavy, my eye lids decide that staying open is entirely too much work, and I sink into sleep....usually in my recliner just after I have thought that I can probably endure football for a little bit. Then Luke will inevitably say, "Go take a nap, baby." Music to my ears!
Yesterday, I curled up in my bed and pulled my heated blanket up over me. It was barely hitting 20 degrees outside. Our upstairs is notoriously frigid. In fact, I can keep a glass of water next to my bed, and it remains cold enough to drink for days. I set the blanket's temperature thingy-ma-bob at 4, right in the middle of it's settings. Oh so toasty...perfect...
I was pulled into a deep, deep sleep. My body and brain were so tired that I don't even think my mind had enough energy to dream. I was hugged by the heat of my blankets as I floated around in my nothing-ness with my cheetah blankey snuggled against my cheek. It was one of those things I wanted to go on forever....
The light turned on and I hear, "Um Mom-bee?" Tyson, our only child home at the time, was waking me up with his own personal term of endearment for me. I opened my eyes as my body still slept all heavy and weak. I sleepily said, "Hi Ty-bee. Is it time to get up?" I turned to look at the clock and realized I had been sleeping for 2 hours. Hardly a record for me. In fact, that's pretty normal of a nap in my case. But I was in that solid sleep that could have gone on for several hours. I flopped my head back on the pillow as Tyson came to the side of my bed telling me to get up so he could watch Spiderman. "Where's Daddy?" I said. He says, "Sweepin' down dairs." Ah, the curse of Sunday afternoon football has hit him as well!
I reluctantly got up feeling like my body was definitely telling me something. I must have needed rest either from what happened prior to the nap or what was coming... A few hours later, I figured out why.
Apparently, my body was preparing me for an emotionally fueled evening brought to us by the letter E. I won't go into it, all I can say is it's a situation that I'm done bending over backwards for and ready to let the court figure it out.
Did I really awaken from pure heaven for this? Some days I think that constantly.... Sigh.... Now to find the next day where I don't think that...
Oh, a heated blanket. I need me one of those.
ReplyDeleteI don't dare lie down to take a nap. It's all over then. Head down on table for a few minutes. That's. It.