where bascially all I'd like to do is hop a slow boat to somewhere really really really tropical and FAR AWAY. When does a person go from hating to nap to loving to nap? What age is that? I love to nap. The husband really loves it. Really, what could be better than a little extra shuteye, a little communion with one's favorite pillow? I can't think of much. So, why is it only the little folks that absolutely require a nap to keep their personality up and running and their evil twin alter ego kept at bay - lurking in the shadows, why oh why? do they REFUSE TO NAP? Gah!
Two words to keep us all sane, people: