So, everyone like naps, right? Sleep is awesome. Naps are great. Sleeping at a time other than the conventional, acceptable “overnight” period of time is like a delicious indulgence. Especially if you’ve run a marathon, or if you are tired from sitting in front of a computer all day, or if you’re not the greatest sleeper, like I am. Naps are like the all-around champion winner at being awesome.
Except, I don’t like to nap. Or rather, I’m not very good at it. I have occasional days where I’m super tired. For whatever reason. Usually not from running a marathon. More often, it’s because I don’t get great sleep at night. I have days where it would be super awesome to take a nap. But it just doesn’t work out. I usually can’t fall asleep in the middle of the day, no matter how tired I may be.
It’s not from lack of trying. I try to nap. I lie down and I get comfortable and I close my eyes. And sometimes I drift off. But it’s always that just-barely-asleep sort of snoozing that, to me, kind of feels like a waste of time. It’s not deep enough sleep to keep from waking myself up with my own snoring. I did not just admit that on the internet.
I also have a industrious, nagging squirrel in my brain that flitters about and asks me if there isn’t something better that I could be doing than napping in the middle of the day. “Don’t you have a zillion things to do? Isn’t it light out? Couldn’t you be watering plants, or cleaning out your email inbox, or clipping your toenails?” I would like to shoot the industrious squirrel with a bb gun, but most often, I agree with it.
Further, I can’t really nap at the same time as Dave. Dave is good at napping. In the middle of the day he’s able to drop off into a sound sleep. And if we are napping together, I feel his breathing slow down and his feet start twitching and I know that he zonked off. He always falls asleep before I do. And then I get totally resentful. I lay in bed, awake, and get irritable that it’s so easy for some people to fall asleep. It’s like their squirrels are lazier than mine. Jerks.
The best sleep I ever have is after a good, productive day of getting a lot of shit done. Even if I didn’t get every last thing in the world done, I can sleep the sleep of the righteous, knowing that what ever I accomplished is enough to overrule whatever I didn’t get done. I can tell my squirrelly brain to fuck off.
For that day anyway.