Today N.A. and I came home from work, laid down in bed to talk, and then promptly fell asleep. I woke up two hours later with a sniff neck, angry red indentation on my face from my watchband, and groggier than when I got home.
Yup, folks, I've confirmed it: naps suck.
A long nap always seems like a really good idea when I'm riding the bus home from work or sitting in the second of three hours of a faculty meeting.
A nap seems like an obvious choice to wake me up before a weekend evening event.
Yet each time I succumb, the result is the same. I'm never rested, and I'm usually crankier than when I started.
At the risk of sounding like a teenager, I've got to ask, "am I doing it wrong?"
