Why is it that every time I take a nap, I feel guilty? I know why. It's because in this country we are supposed to be busy every minute of the day. After all, an idle mind is the devil's workshop. And the busy bird catches the worm. And if I'm not mistaken, somewhere in the bible, laziness is listed as a sin. Right next to not bathing. And let me just put it out there. As a Black American, always conscious of the fact that to much of the world I am a walking stereotype, "shiftless and lazy" are two words I never want to embody.
And don't get me wrong, I don't walk around always forcing myself to do more. I'm just naturally energetic. I'm always doing a million things at the same time, because I like to and want to. But there are moments I might catch myself with free time and my immediate impulse is to find something 'worthwhile' to fill the void. And then I met, El Esposo. Go figure, the love of my life is from a country where the siesta was invented and is still observed.
Two words, people. Culture clash.
Common fight in our house. He says after lunch, "let's take a nap." I roll my eyes and start to list the gazillion, million, trillion things that need to get done before we take time for a nap in the middle of the day. Usually, I win. And we do those gazillion things. And we collapse at the end of the day.
But today, maybe because it's the third consecutive snow day we've had and the whole world seems to be taking a siesta, I agreed to a little nap on the couch after lunch. I was really tired. And the couch looked really cozy. And the kids were quietly reading. And guess what? It felt really gooooooood.
So does this mean I have simply figured out how to adapt to my husband's cultural traditions? Or am I just lazy?
What do you think?
Enjoy the weekend. And take a nap if you can.