It’s 5:25 a.m, I’ve been up for an hour and I should be sleeping. Jake was out the door by 5 a.m. to head to California for a few days for work and I tried my hardest to go back to sleep, however apparently the lure of that first cup of coffee and some alone time overpowered my need for sleep. Which by the way makes no sense because if you add up the total hours of sleep I’ve gotten over the past couple of nights, it barely adds up to 10 hours.
I’ve never been a great napper but it’s gotten much worse since Quinn was born. I can’t relax enough to drift off. I lay there thinking of all of the things I should be getting done during the precious nap hour(s) or if there’s not a list of to-do’s, then I could always be working out or have some alone time to read the internet. Yesterday, due to my 4 hours of sleep the night before, I seriously felt drunk, yet when Quinn finally took her nap, I could not fall asleep. Jake tells me that learning to take naps takes practice. All that said, I’m not completely sold on the nap necessarily. The few times that I have fallen asleep, when I wake, I usually feel half out of it and MORE tired than before I fell asleep. Should I aim for that perfect nap time? No more than 20 minutes? Or am I not napping long enough?
What am I missing here?