Although I'm not fully qualified to claim a 'nanna nap', as an important item on the agenda of my daily life, I do feel entirely certified to schedule in a 'mummy moment' at about 2pm each day when life allows.
Starting my morning at 6am and going flat-chat with bills, cleaning, shopping, pet care, prescriptions, laundry, book work, parenting and paid employment outside the home, I do tend to get a bit pooped by around two in the afternoon.
Having read a book on the Mediterranean Diet which explained how an early afternoon siesta is just as good for you as blood pressure medication, I feel I'm saving the nation money by staying well.
This past week has been particularly trying as I coped with specialist appointments, teens heading back to school, puppies needing vaccinations, a husband disappointed that his motor sport event at Phillip Island has been cancelled, again, and a dead chook.
Thank goodness this was on the back of a fabulous COVID-safe trip to Melbourne which cost me three days and three kilos.
My sister Tamara and I finally got the chance to deliver our 2019 Christmas present to our mum - who turns 80 this year.
Blood cancer certainly isn't slowing you down much mum!
We took Rosalie for High Tea at the Windsor, with a wander around the Rippon Lea estate in Elsternwick beforehand to see Miss Fisher and the Crypt of Tears - The Exhibition.
Bundling-up the celebration of Katianna embarking on her university studies, my niece entering secondary education and mum's big year, seemed like a fabulous excuse to overeat.
Tottering around mansions and gardens in glitzy high heels and drinking tea with one's pinky out does tend to build up an appetite for a couple of three tiered platters of sweet and savoury snippets and a long nap in the afternoon, I find.
The incredible woman who raised me and who is absolutely eligible to take a 'nanna nap' though, has always refused to do so.
She tried it once, apparently, and it didn't agree with her, so she's chosen to give it a miss for her entire life.
Fair enough, but it does make me feel like a bit of a goose when I need a little lay down.
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