For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a huge fan of naps. Not that I’ve always been super good at actually taking them, but I’ve definitely loved them. When I started having kids in my life was probably the best time I’ve ever had for taking naps. Considering I have a special skill which makes me amazing at putting babies to sleep, all I’d have to do is take a young child, put them to sleep, and then it was completely reasonable for me to also fall asleep while trying to keep them sleeping.
It also happens that napping while having young children is incredibly important, because, in case you’re not aware, babies are terrible for your sleep schedule.
As I get older, I realize how much more important naps are to just being a sane human being, but since my kids are also now older, I’m finding it more and more difficult to actually sneak in those little moments of unconsciousness. Now, I don’t want to come across as overly dramatic or anything, but this is quite possibly the worst thing that has even happened to anyone ever.
I miss naps. When I have a healthy nap schedule, I’m a far more pleasant person, and far more capable of getting things done…but life has taken away these things I need so badly, and so, here I am, moving through my days in a fog, while wondering if there’s enough time before the next meeting to close my eyes long enough to be worth the effort.
More often than not, there isn’t.
And so, right now, it’s 8:30am and I’m thinking about how I manage to squeeze in a nap today. That 9:30 meeting is looking like the perfect time for it, if I’m being completely honest…