Sit down, we need to talk.  I've got something to tell you that I've been keeping to myself like a shameful secret for a while now. It's grown so heavy and thick, I need to get it off my conscience so I can sleep better.  Deep breaths. It's not about the children; they're fine. This is about me.  Over the last year or so, I've developed an addiction.  Every single day I crave this thing so deep within my bones that I have to have it, or I can't function. Without it, my body starts to break down and my brain begins to melt to uselessness. I can survive from dawn until lunchtime, but then I start plotting and planning and counting the hours. What errand can I skip, what chore can I put off so I can get my fix? What is drop-dead necessary, and what can wait until I fulfill that indecent need burrowing inside my head?  My friend, I'm profoundly addicted. To naps.  It started innocently enough, just a recreational resting-my-eyes. I could get up anytime I wan...