I really hate days like today where I'm so tired while running errands that I actually entertain the thought of lying down on the floor for "just a second while I rest my eyes." But the thing is, I'd fall asleep for sure. And then I'd snore. And then I'd probably get kicked out of the store.
But that's how I felt today - THAT tired. And the thing is? I didn't take a nap. I could have taken a nap, I suppose, but I have a really hard time surrendering to the nap. I LOVE NAPS! But I don't take them as much as I'd like. Because for one thing, chances are that as soon as I drift off, someone will interrupt me for something completely stupid. Case in point: I was once awakened from a deep, dreamy nap sleep by a child asking "where's the scotch tape?" (I would like to point out that the child's FATHER was awake at the time...grrrrr!). And the other thing about naps - I always wake up from them all disoriented and spacey. Even though I love the feeling of snuggling under the covers in the middle of the day, the nap hangover is a bitch.
So, I just plug along, doing stuff to keep myself awake. And I always tell myself I'm going to bed early tonight. And I keep telling myself that till about midnight when I go "aw, f*ck" and figure I'll try for that again another day. If I do get to bed before 10 p.m. it's usually because I'm ill.
And then my kids post on Twitter about how they got ten hours of sleep. Or how they spent all day lying in bed. Losers. Remember when the kids used to scream and beg and cry when it was naptime? Who knew, right? Ugh. Ain't no rest for the wicked.