Frankly, I’m fighting it right now. As I write this, I know I’m going to lay down for a little nap-a-roo in about 20 to 30 minutes time. And I also know that it’s going to be glorious. Of course, I’ll have to deal with the post-nap crankiness, the post-nap cloudy confusion and general malaise but that’s a price I’m willing to pay. It’s a price we’re all willing to pay.
The funny thing, to me, about naps is how far they’ve come in my life. When I was a little kid and a parent or adult of some kind would try to get me to take a nap during the day, I looked at it as punishment. Who would want take a nap when you could RUN AROUND AND PLAY!? All I wanted to do was not sleep. I was in a constant state of excitement and, for the life of me, could not figure out why anyone (mainly, these lazy adults) would want to not be doing something/anything and sleep instead.
Now, as one of those lazy adults, I realize the err of my ways. And, of course, how fucking annoying I probably was as a kid.
The best part of this feeling is that first minute when you realize you have the time to take that nap. The head-on-pillow, the stretch of the toes, the cool of the bed… these are all great elements of the nap, but the best part is when you know you can let go and just catch a few zzz’s.
Polar Opposite of This Feeling?: Realizing you need a nap… and you’ve got about 8 hours of work left.