Confession

I have a confession to make.
I've been sleeping in the afternoon.
This wouldn't be such a strange revelation if I was a 3 year old, but I'm 34 years old and my 3 year old doesn't even take naps for me anymore.
So you might be wondering how I'm accomplishing these naps if Mayzie isn't even asleep.  Well, that's a little complicated...ok, not really.  I've been turning on a movie and sleeping on the couch while both my kids slobber in front of the TV.
Well, they're not exactly slobbering, because when I wake up there's a mess.  
These naps have to stop!  Two stories will illustrate why.
1. We took the kids to Boo at the Zoo, where they got a bag full of candy.  I woke up from a recent nap to find two empty bags of candy and a floor full of wrappers.  The girls weren't exactly bouncing off the walls, but they were certainly happy and full of smirks.  This is how I learned that the top of the refrigerator is not a safe place to hide things anymore.
2. Yesterday I woke up from a brief nap (actually I have no idea how long I was asleep).  I passed a closed bathroom door on the way to the kitchen and knocked.  Annika tried to sound nonchalant and busy in there, but something was amiss.  (It is seriously hilarious to listen to a 5 year old trying to be nonchalant btw!)  I opened the door to find her holding a half-empty can of frosting.  I successfully stifled my giggles and punished her appropriately, and resolved to stop the naps.
Why am I taking the naps?
Well, I'm having a hard time sleeping at night.  I've got a whole lot of coals in the fire and the accompanying anxiety of not knowing which is going to work out is waking me up.
So I'm still taking a break from regular blogging, mostly because I'm working on all these coals.
I'm resolved now though: NO MORE NAPS!
<YAWN> Where's the coffee?