I don’t usually take naps. On those lazy weekend days when the rest of the family heads to their beds to take an afternoon siesta, I usually try to get caught up on my house chores. Of course, some days I just watch football.<\/p>\n
This past Sunday, I was tired. I’d been up ’til the wee hours of the morning the night before. So when J and the kids headed for their naps, I headed for the hammock. The hammock is a wonderful thing. However, on a sunny day in Florida it can get rather hot. Lying there in a fuzzy-headed nap-induced daze, I thought that unbuttoning my shirt would be a good idea to cool off.<\/p>\n
I woke up about a half hour later with a bright red sunburn on my belly. <\/p>\n
I hate naps.<\/p>\n
Still feeling disoriented from the sleep, I stumbled inside and sacked out on the bed.<\/p>\n
Half an hour (or so) later, C was waking me up. “Hey! Wake up! Wake up or I’m going to call the police!”<\/p>\n
Huh?<\/p>\n
“Wake up! No being lazy! I’m going to call the police!”<\/p>\n
Okay, now that was just uncalled for. I rolled over, wincing as my belly hit the mattress, preparing my sternest fatherly glare. I never got to it, though. J interrupted me. “He didn’t take a nap. We were watching a show on TV about ‘lazytown’ where everyone was being lazy. They called the police to get everyone to stop being lazy and get up.”<\/p>\n
Grumble, growl, grumble.<\/p>\n
“Yeah! We’re not in lazytown! Get up! I’m going to call the police!”<\/p>\n
I hate naps.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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