I was never a big fan of naps.
In kindergarten, I would dilly-dally until I had to be physically put in my cot. Even then, I never went to sleep, instead daydreaming under my blanket or finding scissors and giving myself a haircut. (What can I say? I was a bit of a wild child.)
It just felt like I was missing something if I went to sleep.
At one point, when I was 10 or so, I did the after-lunch dishes at day care so as not to nap. (Is it breaking child labor laws if I wanted to do it?)
As I grew older, power naps never held much appeal, either. They left me feeling more drained than before I hit the hay.
And in college, no matter what time I went to bed, I would wake up at 7 a.m. sharp every morning. No naps, either. Too much to do.
That’s all changed now.
What I wouldn’t give for a little shuteye.
I am so fatigued lately that I could fall asleep in almost any situation. Come 1 o’clock, I’m looking for a pillow and my so soft (my pet name for my childhood blanket) and 30 minutes to 3 hours of dreamy time.
A friend and I came up with several places I could catch some zzzzz’s. And I’ve added more…
At (well, under) my desk, a la George Costanza. This is my all-time favorite.
Outside in a hammock.
My car. If I’m driving, probably not a good idea. If someone else is driving…well, it depends on the person.
The elevator. (I was really that exhausted)
A friend’s couch.
A couch at a furniture store.
At a movie theater.
Doctor’s office waiting room. (I’ve been in plenty of these lately.)
So really, anywhere I can be in a semi-relaxed position is where I will get my 40 winks.
Sleep, glorious sleep. All those years, I never knew what I was missing.