Nap, Interrupted

     I am not a morning person. To say that is similar to saying something like Hitler was not a nice guy, or the sun is warm. However, to put into words how I actually feel about mornings seems a bit dramatic. For example, I could say, I hate mornings with the firey passion of ten thousand white hot suns. Like I said, dramatic, right? Still….

     This fact is not a secret. However, one thing that remains a mystery to me personally is how I ended up surrounded by morning people. Not only did I marry a morning person, I then proceeded to conceive and subsequently give birth to two more morning people. To be fair, they are aware of my particular hatred of the a.m. hours, and usually they do pretty well at avoiding unnecessary contact with me. They have a fairly comprehensive grasp of the appropriate morning etiquette here in Janiceland. They don’t ask questions that require more than a one-word answer (preferrably yes or no, or even a grunt if possible), they avoid making direct eye contact with me, and they can usually entertain themselves for an hour or so until my brain finally concedes and decides to join my body in the land of the living.

     This is not to say that I can’t be productive in the morning. Quite the opposite. I do lots of stuff in the mornings–I get my daughter up and running, I get Mindy up, I do whatever housework requires immediate attention–but these are all mundane things that my body can do without the aid of a fully functioning brain. I get up at 6:00 every morning. I wake up around 9:00.

     So anyway, here I am, surrounded by morning people, trying to figure out how I can work a nap into my day. I do this EVERY DAY. I think it may be a little sad that one of the first things I think when I hear the alarm go off is, “I wonder if I’ll be able to nap today?”  As it turns out, the answer is no. I’ll get everything done that I think needs to be done. Everyone fed, lessons done, lunch served, kitchen cleaned, etc., etc., and then I’ll mosey into the living room to sit in the recliner. I sit for say, five minutes, then whoops! I just thought of something else. Or the phone rings. Or someone needs me to do something. This pattern is so predictable, I’m not sure why I even bother. Maybe it’s to amuse myself, I don’t know, or maybe I’m a hopeless optimist. Yeah, that’s probably it (cue heavy sarcasm.)

     Maybe one day I will get to take a nap. I guess it boils down to hope. There’s nothing I can do about having to get up in the mornings, but maybe there is hope that one day I will get to take a nap. Just a short one, nothing too fancy. I’ll probably feel like crap when I wake up.

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6 Comments on "Nap, Interrupted"

  1. Lisa P.
    04/04/2011 at 11:53 pm Permalink

    No doubt! I’m right there with you. Sleeping in is a luxury I definitely miss!

  2. Lori
    05/04/2011 at 4:33 pm Permalink

    Great post. I am a morning person too but I understand b/c I fade so quickly at night. 9 pm is my bedtime and my husband and step-kids are night people. When they want to put in a movie at 8 I say it is too late for me and trudge off to my room while they stay up and have fun. Ah well. I get lots done in the morning before they arise. To each their own.

    I say start believing you will have time for a nap and I bet the time will present itself. 🙂

    Stopping by on the Tue Blog Hop.

  3. Hope
    06/04/2011 at 12:18 am Permalink

    I am a morning person but my husband and children really aren’t. I think my husband would wish that I would become a night person vs. a morning person!

    I’m following you back from the blog hop… thanks so much for stopping by!

    Hope
    http://www.peanutbutterandhopey.com

  4. Franticmommy
    06/04/2011 at 7:14 am Permalink

    oohhhhhh, naps are a beautiful thing! I go “napless” all week long so when weekends come, it;s like a covert operation to find the time and sneak away for a Power Nap. And NO it doesn’t make you “feel like crap” when you get up (most of the time). For me it falls into the catagory of Becky Be Bearable After 9 p.m. The only downside is my rugrats. Bless their hearts, I know they just want to hang with Mom, but like I mentioned to sneak away to take my beloved nap. They find me everytime darn it! Thanks for the follow!

  5. Kelli
    06/04/2011 at 11:14 am Permalink
  6. Ziva
    06/04/2011 at 4:00 pm Permalink

    Like the sound of your blogs and the way you write! Nice!!

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