Historically, I’m not a nap person. When Noel and I first got married this was kind of a sore spot. He loved to take a nap Sunday afternoon and I thought it was the biggest waste of time. He told me it helped him function better and I told him people were supposed to sleep at night. Even when Cooper first came along I fought taking naps, which was a mistake. It only took about a week of trying to stay up all day while he tried to stay up all night before I caved.

Lately, Cooper’s been better at sleeping longer stretches at night and never stays up for more than 20 minutes at a time when he does wake up. While I often crash on the couch before 10pm, I’ve been able to avoid taking naps for the past couple of months. Honestly, I think I was feeling pretty smug about it. Today though, I was being crabby. I didn’t feel like cleaning the house (that’s not really too much of a surprise), reading books with my child, eating, or even blogging that’s how bad it was. When Cooper went down for a nap the thought occurred to me (I’m not beyond saying it was inspiration) that I should lay down for a couple of minutes. An hour later I feel ready to take on the world. I guess Noel was right all along.