I never understood as a kid (i.e age five to twenty - when I moved to Texas) how my mother could want to take a nap. Seriously? On a Sunday afternoon, you want to be on the couch with your eyes closed and sleep? Stuff was going on. You could be doing things. Busy, Busy.
I have become my mother. Like her, I can sleep in on the weekend (i.e. 8-8:30 am), I can go to bed at 10 pm and fall asleep, I can fall asleep as Ray's talking to me (not that he's boring me...). I'm going to say I have a clear conscience.
A new habit in this wacky day and age - I come home from work. If the weather is decent, I take a walk with Ray. Then I sit on the couch with a book, gradually slumping down, until I close the book, take off my reading glasses, and close my eyes. I'm "resting my eyes" from a day of computers and thinking. Yep - it's a nap. And then I have no trouble going to bed.
On the weekends, now that museums are closed, there are no activities to attend, no movies to go see, no restaurants open to go hang with friends - an afternoon snooze is delightful. I've done some in-home exercising, I've cleaned a bit, I've read,etc. A little hour of dreaming....bliss.
I highly recommend a nap.
Hey Mom - I understand now. You are probably chuckling from above.