Sunday is Nap Day around our house. Sleep in, have a
leisurely breakfast, go off to church, have a simple lunch and then it’s
nap time. We don’t plan it that way; it’s just that Sunday is a day of
rest and come Sunday afternoon we feel like resting. Jane and I feel
like resting, I mean; the kids often require some encouragement. That’s
become my definition of adulthood: that age when naps suddenly start to
sound like a good idea.

Today was exceptional only in that David went off to a birthday party for
his new kindergarten friend Max. Max just turned six; and apparently
when you’re six it’s no longer cool for your friends’ parents to hang
around for the party. So there was one less child needing encouragement,
and as Anne (the littlest) had fallen asleep right after church I took
James off on an errand. He fell asleep in the car, and after I sent him
up for a nap it was my turn. I had a blissful time until David came home
and wanted to show me the prizes he’d won at the party (a couple of small
Lego toys, including what looks like a Martian driving a swamp boat;
heaven only knows where he’d find a swamp to drive it in). Ah, well. I
knew the job was dangerous when I took it.