Why Heathers Should Not Nap

Or maybe why they should. After the mad, but quite successful Holiday Party Bonanza '07 culminated last night with our "Happy Whatevs" standard boozeup with a modicum of nibblies, I found myself not in the least bit hungover today (side bennie to being the busy hostess), but freaking exhausted. Gene wrangled weasels for me this afternoon and kindly shooed me into bed about 2:45PM for what I assumed would probably only be an hour long nap, hour and a half, tops. Turned into a three hour dead to the world stretch, waking with a start at 5:50 PM --- at which point I was utterly convinced it was 5:50 AM, which caused a strange level of panic. I ran upstairs fully expecting to find the kids...doing what? I had no idea, and couldn't quite believe they had all stayed up all night, but dudes -- completely disoriented. They were, of course, happily playing and chilling out with Gene, one had had dinner, one was getting close to needing it, and all three were a little startled to see me burst into the den like a crazy woman and demanding to know what the hell time of day it actually was. I believe I also did not have any pants on, which probably only added to the charming experience.