I don’t nap. I have never been much of a napper. This afternoon I got home from work about 5 with a load of stuff to do. After washing up, changing, and basically de-teachering, I stupidly crawled into bed for just a minute…those are famous last words I think. Just a minute turned into an hour and a half, and when I woke up at 6:30 I was useless. With eyes half closed I shuffled through the house halfheartedly completing some chores. I’ve never understood the appeal to naps. They don’t invigorate me at all. Instead they turn me into a zombie until bedtime when, miraculously, I’m wide awake again. I just don’t get naps.
the friday 56
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