Sunday Afternoon Naps |

The year. 1994. The ritual. Sunday afternoon naps. The reason. We were young, we were wild and Saturday nights usually meant head banging at our usual spot in Marshall Street to the grungry sounds of Metallic or Nirvana. We took our cue that it was home time when Club Management would turn the lights on and we would stumble outside, always a little bewildered, that the sun was rising. How did that happen? Needless to say the ride home was often a blur and so was the rest of the day. Especially because we spent most of it behind drawn curtains and under duvet covers.

The year. Present day. The ritual. Intermittent Sunday afternoon naps. The reason. One kiddo is checked out to a party for the entire day and the other can be convinced to nap if there are promises of warm milk bottles and dummies that aren’t age appropriate anymore. We don’t need a better excuse than that do we?