Hedonistic Winter Naps

Nap Haven

The art of the nap is one I developed late in life. From the age of 3 to, oh, 40 or so, I could no more take a nap than I could sing lead at the Metropolitan Opera. (Trust me, folks, I cannot sing.)

Naps are a gift most wondrous.

The best ones are the ones that sneak up on you. Planning a nap sucks the essence out of it – like planning a laugh. The pleasure of the nap is inversely related to the intention to nap. Conducting one’s day in productivity mode and then suddenly finding oneself in bed drowsy with increasing lethargy is oh so good.

Even though I’ve discovered the joy of naps, I am still unable to sleep anywhere other than in a bed – preferably my bed.

Even sweet Babette needs a blanket these days.

Winter naps differ significantly from summer naps. Both are pleasant. The winter nap, however, also serves as a body warmer. Recently, and particularly, I’ve enjoyed the dichotomy of being snuggled in my bed while gazing at the frozen tundra which is my yard outside the French doors. Listening to the wind cause the barn to grown and creak has been a nice backdrop to puppy snores and the hum of the nonstop furnace.

Since I haven’t, for the most part, worn anything but pajamas for days, I’ve enjoyed the feel of thick silk against my sinfully high thread count sheets. We hedonists enjoy such pleasures. There have been incidents of crawling into bed in jeans and a sweatshirt. There’s something somewhat illicit about burrowing into the bed clothed in something other than nightwear. Napwear?

I’ve been running at full tilt for months. I knew I was exhausted, but I’d underestimated the extent of it. When downtime hit, I had a number of ambitious projects lined up. I knew I’d need a couple of days of R&R before launching said projects, so I did plan naps.

I’m not sure you could call them naps. I woke in the morning, drank a half a pot of coffee, went upstairs to change clothes and, instead, ended up crawling back in bed where, with some resemblance to a coma, I clocked another 3 or 4 hours of deep, drool on the pillow sleep. I’d get back up, drink the second half of the pot of coffee and end up back in bed for another 3 or 4 hours of sleep before giving up on it all and just going to bed for the night. I reckon that I slept 18 hours a day for a week or so.

I should be well and thoroughly caught up on sleep by now, but it appears maybe not. [The first order of business tomorrow is to make arrangements to have my thyroid re-tested – even if exhausted this is an insane amount of sleep.]

Eyes of Love

If not for the impending arrival of the houseguest and Chef Boy ‘R Mine’s arrival, I think there’s a good chance that absolutely nothing of those ambitious plans would have been accomplished. Mind you, I didn’t make a dent in any of them, but some order has been restored in my living environment which is a great comfort.

Today is my last day, for sure, of downtime. Last Sunday should have been, but snow storms, car problems, plumbing problems, and electrical problems kept me home much of this week. These problems allowed me good time with Chef Boy ‘R Mine and Girlfriend O’His, but the New Normal is knocking on the door and it’s time to get my stick shift out of neutral and rev the engine.

While I’m not planning a nap, I think one is likely.

Puppy Pile

The puppies are champion nappers and if I do succumb to one, I’ll put them in bed with me where Trudy will serve as a foot warmer, Willy as a stuffed animal to clutch as I snooze, and Babette slumbering on top of the covers while completing the tableau of the Still Life with Snoring.

A normal nap does involve street clothes unless it’s summer and I’ve been gardening. In such cases, I strip down and really wallow in the texture of the bed linens. But it is winter. Most likely, this afternoon will find me in jeans, sweatshirt and accompanied by puppies snoozing (and drooling on the pillow) away a couple of hours. (A pox on the power nap! Anything less than a couple hours can’t properly be called a nap.)

It’s all good. While the past ten days have been anything but Total Zen in 2010, I’m feeling pretty grounded and centered. Restored, if you will. The renewal of the New Normal schedule of my life seems doable. A couple of weeks ago, I was ready to wave the white flag of surrender. The opportunity to nap has made all the difference.

12 thoughts on “Hedonistic Winter Naps

  1. Naps! RAWK. Naps with fuzzy lovables = best! My favorite place to nap is on the sofa….it’s a reclining sofa. Polar-fleece blanket in my lap and my sweet Ginger comes a runnin’.

  2. Sadly, I can’t take many naps anymore due to our sleep schedule. Awaking at 5am, and then going back to sleep a couple of hours afterward would put my sleep schedule on a crash course with a black hole – in which I will never come out of. I’ve got my schedule pretty much worked out and I don’t want to mess it up. Doesn’t mean I don’t miss those naps though. 😦

  3. Naps! It’s been so long since I took a nap I can’t remember it. When my boys were little I would put them down for their afternoon nap and then sneak in a 20-minute nap for me. That ended years ago, and I’ve never been able to do it since. I envy you the ability to overcome guilt and just…sleep. What a concept. I can almost feel these oh-so-many threadcount sheets. Mmmmmm…

    My husband, on the other hand, is a great napper. He can sleep for 3 hours in the afternoon and still go to bed at 9pm and sleep until I roust him out at 6am. I don’t see how he can sleep that much but he seems to have no problems with it. Me, I tell him he’s sleeping his life away! We’ve only got so many years left, and he wants to spend them sleeping? I guess so, and maybe he’s the sane one here. He relaxes and sleeps, I go full-tilt and stay tired–but hate to go to bed until I can’t keep my eyes open any longer, for fear of losing some time.

  4. Came over to thank you for the tip on Aqua Net for static. I could electrocute myself lately by touching a light switch. I always ground myself before touching my laptop of course wouldn’t want to kill both of us.

    I think after reading this post about naps, I’m ready for one. I love naps, wish I had the silk nightwear or napwere to wear for the occasion. =)

  5. My, I could’ve written this. It’s only in recent years that I have claimed my genetic disposition and fully embraced the richness of a good nap. Indeed, a power nap is anathema! I till take Gleason (the lab) to bed for a good hour or two.

    I love the photo of your bed. I need to get our room in shape. Alas, my other half doesn’t approach decadence in the same manner as I.

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