Due to Grandparents day, Bria has been studying about grandparents at school. When she found out that her teacher was inviting the children's grandparents to come to the classroom and talk about how school was for them, she came home and immediately called my mom to invite her. My mom lives 3 hours away and has a job, so it wasn't too easy for her to get here (and that isn't even including all of the car trouble she had the day she came down) but she realized how badly Bria wanted her there, so she came.
Bria had made a little booklet about her grandma. Part of it was a little pedigree chart, where she drew herself, her mom and dad, and both sets of grandparents. She decided she would add occupations onto the pictures.
For my mom she wrote yoga.
For my dad she wrote UPS.
For Joel's parents she didn't write anything, because she didn't know. (They're basically retired.)
For Joel she wrote orchestra.
And for me? The word napper was written next to my picture.
I asked her about this and she said, "Well, you're always tired, and I don't know what else you do."
So, yes. In Bria's eyes I am not a cleaner, a cook (well, that's valid), a voice teacher, a scrapbooker, a "picture-taker", a reader or even a mom.
I am a napper.
Who, by the way, very rarely actually naps.