Once upon a time, in a land far, far away (Michigan), in a year that started with a 1, in an outfit with shoulder pads, I chaperoned a first grade field trip to a play about Lincoln.
I think it was about Lincoln.
My responsibility was to sit at one end of a row of six year olds and make sure they didn’t escape when the lights went out.
Well. When the lights went out, I fell sound asleep. As far as I know, no kids escaped from my end of the row.
That was during the exhausting years. My girls were small. My career was green. I worked like a fiend. I woke at 5 am each day to try to get a 10 hour work day in before my 8 hour work day greeted me when I got home. Yeah. Those days. I could sleep anywhere. Red lights. Grocery store. Lincoln play. Close the eyes and out. I didn’t even need to put down my head.
I got away with it for years–until I got caught sleeping at a Harry Potter movie. I don’t even remember which one it was but it was boring as hell and I was tired. It was a great nap.
It’s 2 am. Time for a Lincoln-muggle-red-light nap.