Sometimes you just need a nap. I’ve needed one of those for roughly the last seventeen years!

Oh, I’ve had something that resembles a nap, you’ll know it as the comfy-on-the-couch, tucked-in-just-so with a blanket…albeit one that smells oddly like dried baby barf, even though there hasn’t technically been a  baby in the house in a little over six years, unless you count that loss of sanity moment when the dog stepped in poo outside and tracked it through the kitchen because the child that took her out wasn’t paying attention to the dog but rather his phone because of some silly app that apparently had him spinning a wheel for a chance to earn a nickel if he landed on “the blue one” just as he had bet, but a blanket none the less, and you close your eyes just long enough to begin drifting off to a land where a certain scottish highlander whispers the word “Sassenach” in your ear…only that’s not a scottish highlander that you open your eyes to find hovering over you, it’s a seven-year-old rubbing your head with an inflated balloon to see if she can get it to stick to the wall so her brothers can shoot nerf darts at it!

Perhaps it’s not a nap that I need.

Maybe it’s a vacation.

A vacation of naps?

A napcation?

Maybe if I called it a horizontal life pause?

SOMEBODY GET ON THE PHONE WITH WHOEVER IS IN CHARGE OF THE HORIZONTAL LIFE PAUSES AND ORDER ME ONE OF THOSE!!!!

Stat! Pronto! Asap! Pdq! En este minuto!

Chickens.

Chickens don’t need horizontal life pauses, that usually doesn’t end well. But naps? You betcha!

And the Chicken in Tracy Marchini’s spectacular children’s picture book CHICKEN WANTS A NAP, just wants a little bit of shut-eye.

I don’t blame her.

Barnyard life can be quite exhausting!

Not that I’d know about anything like that.