Sleeping Beauty

She naps, I write, or shower, or try to squeeze in a small work project. I do the things that need to get done while she visits dreamland. I never thought something as simple as a nap would be such a complicated bag of emotions but I've felt everything from loneliness to jealousy during these brief breaks.

She is such a beautiful little sleeper that I've wasted many a precious nap time on simply looking at her. Knowing in the back of my head that I should be brushing my teeth or making the bed but she's just so amazing it's hard to pull myself away. There is an unknown length of time to get things accomplished so there is always a sense of anxiety. Do I get in the shower? What if she wakes up while I'm mid shampoo? Then there is the feeling I didn't expect... I actually miss her when she's asleep. She's feet from me, resting peacefully, but I have this urge to wake her up and have a one-sided conversation with her, to see that open-mouthed smile she always gives me when she wakes up.

There is nothing more angelic than a sleeping baby... even if she snores...