I have a love/hate relationship with naps.
I bring it all on myself, though. When it’s time for me to, say, copyedit a draft, I’ll curl up in this reclining chair I have with my laptop and wrap myself up in a blanket. Now I know there’s NO CHANCE I’ll stay awake for more than 10 minutes if I have a blanket on me. My brain thinks, “Blanket on me. Sleep.” So weird.
So after copy editing for 10 minutes max, my eyelids get so heavy I literally can’t keep them open. At this point I could get up and walk around and wake myself up. But I don’t. I think, mmm, sleep would be so amazing right now and there’s really nothing wrong with taking a little nap because my body obviously needs the rest and it’s so warm in this blanket and really what’s the harm… And before I can even finish thinking that, I fall asleep.
Anywhere from 10 to 20 minutes later (ok, maybe an hour, but you can’t prove anything), I wake up. And hate myself immediately. I feel out of it, annoyed that I’m neither still sleeping nor completely awake, and like a total loser for sleeping in the middle of the day.
Why did you make me take a nap?!? I yell at my brain. But suddenly my brain is very quiet and doesn’t have anything to say about it. I make outrageous promises to myself that it will never happen again. I mean, who do I think I am? Taking a nap during the day on a freaking Tuesday. Ugh. Totally ridiculous.
Image from Straggled Matter.