Napping

I love naps. I swear they are what has gotten me through most of my life. I am able to do so much more if I just take 15 minutes to rest my eyes. I laugh because my grandma used to say that when I was little and I would ask if she was sleeping. We also had a rule in the house that you did not wake my mom from a nap. She was also a queen of cat naps. I remember pulling off the side of the road so mom could close her eyes for a second and take a quick nap. I was amazed that she needed such little time and she didn’t need an alarm clock to wake her up.

Now that I have been on vacation mode for a full week, I find myself napping just because I can. I think I’m tired because my bedtime has been later than usual and the amount of sleep I’m getting has not been stable. I sometimes think I am more tired if I get too much sleep. But I wonder then, why do I sleep that long if my body doesn’t actually need it? Deep thoughts on a cold and uneventful day, I suppose.

Sleep

I have a love/hate relationship with sleep. I am a big fan of a 15 minute cat naps that reenergize me. But I used to be able to function on 6 hours of sleep. As I have gotten older, I am a solid 8-9 hour sleeper and I don’t always even feel that refreshed. I feel like I’m wasting time. I could be doing so much more with that extra 2-3 hours. Even if it is just scrolling through Instagram reels. My mantra in my 20s was that I could sleep when I’m dead. Now, I feel dead when I don’t get good sleep.

I’ve watched my dad decline into being in bed for most of his 24 hours. He was always a sleeper. In bed by 10:30 pm after the news and up by 6:30 am to be out the door at 7:17 am for work. Now he doesn’t leave his room until 9:30/10 am and goes to lie in bed and watch TV at 7 pm. It makes me so sad.

Maybe I equate sleep and/or being horizontal in bed with death and that scares the shit out of me. But that topic is for another day…