Whenever I’m struggling to stay awake in the middle of the work day, I think about preschool. Where am I going with this, you ask? Naps. Every day, whether we liked it nor not, all activity ceased and we were mandated to our cots or blankets to lie down for what seemed like hours (to me anyway, since I never slept). Then you get to a certain age and the naps just stop. I remember waiting for nap time in the first grade. All day, no nap. And every day after that one. No warning, no weaning—they just stopped. Forever. Something that once felt like punishment sounds so glorious right about now. Ain’t it funny how life is like that? I guess I’ll just have to get by on coffee. Because getting more sleep just makes too much sense.