I don’t know about you, but I love myself some good quality nap from time to time. It’s kind of ironic as when I was younger (strange thing to say as someone who is just about 17) I absolutely hated naps. I had so much energy! My mother used to tell me “You will want to nap when you’re older, but you won’t have a chance on regular basis. This will be something you’ll miss.”
“Yeah, right,” I thought. But as mothers so often are, she was right. Because once I finished my first two years of high school naps became my thing.
Whether it be after a long stressful day, or before an important decision is to be made, naps are my my first choice. It might not be the best idea in the world, but hey, I’m doing just fine… mostly .Now, I don’t know whether I sometimes nap simply to avoid a situation for as long as possible, but that’s beside the point. I can ruin my life all I want, let’s focus on the general problem here. “It’s not me, it’s you.”
See, I feel very betrayed. My naps, I trust them. I let them enter my life because I believe they’re going to cause more good than harm. But just like in a bad relationship, I get tricked and become the fool. And it’s time for me to speak up.
Naps are meant to be the reason you later tackle the tasks you planned to do. But it seems to like that all they do is make the situation worse – missed deadlines, lots of crying and confusion is mostly what comes out of a nap. And don’t tell me I’m being dramatic here. It’s serious business. We need a support group with the hashtag #LifeRuinedByNaps. Why isn’t it a thing yet?
I cannot recall the last time I woke up from a nap rested. Yet I still freaking do it! I make myself believe the next time is going to be different; it’s all going to change “I can feel it.” What happens? I get woken up by my alarm, confused as to where I am and what I was doing prior to the awakening. Like an injured deer adrenaline rushes through my body and start to panic because I’m a) tired, and b) feel worse than before the nap. So not only am I tired but also have a headache, wonderful.
This process repeats on a weekly basis, and it seems like I haven’t learned anything from it. There’s always this small light at the end of the tunnel, or so I say to myself every time. But hey, 100th time’s a charm, right?