These past weeks as I’ve been doing my daily blog reading rounds lack of sleep seems to be a constant. I think that is one the things that comes with motherhood. And then if we do rest or take a nap we feel guilty, and I have to ask: When did napping become a sin?
I remember, vaguely, times when napping was cheerful and friendly. When I would wake up at ten, watch some tv, fall asleep on the couch, maybe go out to the supermarket and come back and sleep again. My best friend used to say I was always sleeping and I think I was. But now? The thought of taking a nap is bittersweet – its like breaking a diet or something like that. You really want to eat that chocolate but then when you have it you don’t even enjoy it.
Being a Mom is the most rewarding job I’ve had so far but it can be exhausting. I work. I take care of my kids. I take online classes. I blog. I twitter and yes, friends I am into the Facebook novela (it is my way of keeping up with friends and gossip).
I drive from Miami Lakes to Midtown to Hollywood to Coral Gables to Davie and back. I kinda take care of the dog. And to be honest I avoid cleaning duties like the plague but someone’s got to do it.
So when Skywalker takes The Chief to the park on Saturdays why do I keep myself away from the bedroom? Why do I feel like I can’t go in a take a nap because I should be doing something more productive? And if I do take a nap I try to be up by the time they get home, as if their finding me in bed will land me in jail.
Most people will tell you that you have to take of yourself in order to take care of your kids. And then that terribly sad lost kid commercial comes on TV and it slaps you on the face (and I don’t smoke). I say Yes, I want to take care of myself and be here for him but have to ask:
When did taking care of myself – in the form of a nap, reading a book, or watching a sucky movie become a crime?