Guilty Pleasure

I have a confession--there are few things in life I love to do more than take a good nap.  I thought of this again recently as I tried to "hide" the fact I took an afternoon nap.  Why did I feel this need to hide?  No one was up with me all five mornings this week at 5 a.m., nor did they stay up folding laundry or emptying the diswasher at 10 p.m.

I'm going to nap and nap proudly!  Well . . . I might not broadcast it.  It's my guilty pleasure.