Confession

We used to sing a song before communion each week about confession.

Confession, where do I begin.

Confession, it cleanses me within.

Or something like that. To be honest I don't really remember the words, just singing them over and over and over and over and well you get the point.

In the spirit of confession here is mine: I love to take naps.

There I said it. No more pretending that I am ultra busy during my boys' nap/rest time. No more skirting the truth by saying I was just sitting down, or resting for a few minutes. Nope, I was asleep. Drool on my face, pillow creases, asleep. As soon as 2:00 hits, if all is well with the world, the 2 younger boys will be asleep and the older boy will be in the playroom for 'quiet' time. I get my blanket, two pillows, close the blinds, turn on the space heater and lay down. One pillow for my head, one to cover my ears so I am not disturbed. My older son knows the routine now and will even pull the drapes for me. What a good son.

I have, unfortunately, fallen into such a deep sleep that I have missed appointments. Boys' last soccer class, yep, we only made it to the last 15 minutes. I used to have my husband call at 3:00 to wake me, but that is kind of embarrassing. Then I tried setting the timer on the stove. I slept through it going off for 45 minutes. After that I told my 4 year old son that if he hears the timer to come get me. Yeah, still didn't work. Now he tells me to not put the pillow on my head so I will hear the timer and remember to get up. Oh, dear.

Since we have started work on the baby's room, and have people in our house, I have not had my usual daily nap. I am missing it and longing for the day when it will return.

So, if you call between 2-3 do not expect me to answer the phone. If you call after 3, and I pick up and you ask "Did I wake you?". I will of course say "Oh, no I am much to busy to be sleeping in the middle of the day". Don't believe me. I was sleeping.

I have a whole list of things I could confess, from what books I really like to read to how much I am stalking you on Facebook, but for today that is enough. Not sure if the actual confession is making me feel better, or just remembering how much I love my naps. Oh to be a child again where people EXPECT you to nap each day!