Growing up, my parents often took a nap on Sunday afternoons. I was certain that they were the most boring people in the world. For years I eschewed naps (previous related post here) and only surrendered to them out of sheer exhaustion when I was a pregnant high school teacher and a frazzled new mom. My attitude towards naps has been changing though. Maybe it’s because my one-year-old still wakes me up an average of three times a night or maybe I’m simply embracing my role as a “boring parent,” but once a week after church and a good lunch, I allow myself the simple pleasure of an afternoon nap. I look forward to this period of time we refer to as “Family Nap” when everyone is snuggled in their beds and the house is quiet. Sometimes I’m sure nothing could make me more happy.