You’re Going to Hate Me (A grandpa’s confession)
What I did was unconscionable.
On the selfish scale of 1-10, it was a two. Okay, a smidgeon less. Possibly a 1.8.
People dream about it.
Mothers share mythical stories with each other about it.
Fathers scoff at the very thought of even having time to do it.
But children believe it. They hate it themselves but don’t care if others do it.
Grandparents can’t avoid it, sometimes even mid-sentence.
What did I do?
I indulged in a ONE-HOUR NAP yesterday. I’m proud to say it was intentional! That’s right! I did it on purpose!
I laid down on my bed, iPad in hand. I read a couple of stories on Medium, rolled over onto my wife’s pillow, then purposefully placed my iPad on the bed next to me. Giving in completely to the call of the Sandman, I drifted off to an hours worth of blissful catch-up dreaming.
And you know what? I’m not even a teensy bit sorry. In fact, sometime in the next couple of weeks, I plan on doing it AGAIN!
Go ahead. Try it. Sneak in an hour nap. I won’t tell anyone. It will be our little secret.
Also published on Medium.