I MISS NAPTIME

I must be getting old. I remember the days where I could mange things in little bits because soon it would be naptime and I could have a respite. I could sit down, put my feet up, even close my peepers for a few minutes. No more. There is no rest for the weary here, there is only cars being driven along the walls, graham cracker crumbs all over the floor, kids yelling about having to pee, and so forth.

And I am tired.

I post this picture as evidence that the child once understood the concept.