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Well that was a terrible, and hence, typical nap

Jun 23rd, 2010By: Mellystu Comments 2

I don’t take naps. I don’t understand how people take short naps and actually feel good afterwards. I drag. It takes me more than twice as long to recover from a nap than it took to take it. The only time I can describe my afternap feel as “refreshed” is when I drug myself into sleeping through a migraine and wake up groggy, but only with a mild headache.

Today was one of those rare days. I’ve been dragging all day. I only managed to deal with dishes, a grocery trip, a Target trip and two loads of laundry, and that was difficult. After I had Ada and Jay both home, I sat down and actually was nodding off in my chair. So I snuggled down on the sofa and threatened the kids to be banished to bed now if they didn’t leave me alone.

Then I fell asleep and had a horrid dreams. It was one of those where I kept waking up in my dream on the sofa, but I knew I was still sleeping. And one of the times I fake woke up, Jay was screaming like someone was killing him and I couldn’t move. Then I woke up, and Mac was home. I went into the kitchen and he grabbed Ada and started punching her in the face. Then I fake woke up. And one of my kids was staring at me holding one of my kitchen knives. And I fake woke up, and there were all these creatures in the living room and they kept moving in my peripheral vision, getting closer and closer. And I fake woke up. Then there was this guy in a crappy 70′s car with a tow-behind trailer in my driveway. He jumped out of the door and ran to the house just as I slammed it shut and locked it. And I fake woke up.

In all of these, I knew I was sleeping and kept trying to yell for someone to help me and wake me up, but the words wouldn’t come out. And I also couldn’t breathe in all of them. I kept gasping for air.

Now I feel groggy tired from my nap and like I’ve just been mentally tortured. Now I’m taking Ada to dance and meeting friends in the park.

Shazbot!