There's a house, a napping house, where everyone is sleeping.
I’ve got a serious case of the Mondays. Daylight savings just added insult to injury, didn’t it? Spring forward to exhaustion. But never fear, it’s National Napping Day! This very day, March 14th, we are encouraged to nap. (Like I need encouragement.) I just read a bit about Winston Churchill—said he only slept four hours a night during World War II, but he insisted on a two-hour snooze every afternoon. Like champagne, naps were a staple for the British Bulldog. Good for you Winnie!
Here’s the thing, I’d gladly take a sincere doze today if I could. I’m a gifted sleeper—I shouldn’t mask my talent, right? But I’m a working mom, one with too many nagging items on a semi-futile daily “to-do-or-die” list. So, in honor of National Napping Day, I won’t be catching any extra z’s. Instead, with a muffled yawn, let me tell you “there is a house, a napping house, where everyone is sleeping.”
You don’t have to be a pre-K insomniac to enjoy Audrey and Don Wood’s The Napping House. It’s one of my favorite children’s books. A snoring granny, a dreaming child, a dozing dog, a snoozing cat and a slumbering mouse enjoy a collective siesta until a wakeful flea crashes into the subliminal. The pictures are as big a draw as the text. I have yet to find a tired tyke who doesn’t love to snuggle up with this read! The Woods are responsible for some of my children’s very favorites: Quick as a Cricket, King Bidgood’s in the Bathtub, The Little Mouse, The Red Ripe Strawberry, and THE BIG HUNGRY BEAR are all keepers. Maybe the thought of joining the fictional folks at The Napping House is the next best thing to taking advantage of this national holiday for a girl once called Rip Van.