Taking a Nap

Since I was young, probably in junior high school, I have had a problem with taking naps.  I wake up disoriented and frightened.  I hate the feeling.

Well, this has been an unusual weekend. I went out Friday night, and because I get so hyped up when I go out, it was after 2 AM before I could fall asleep.

Well, this messed up my Saturday schedule and I slept in. But I was able to get my errands run, and stuff done around the house.

Sunday morning, the cats were insistent I feed breakfast at about 6 AM.  I did not think that would be a problem, as that approximates our regular schedule.  But late Sunday afternoon, after I did housework and yard work, I crashed and took a nap.

When I woke up, it was 7:17.  I thought:  "okay, I can get to work close to my regular time."  Then I realized that the bed was unmade.  Hmmm. It was only Sunday evening. And, I was still in the process of doing laundry.

I hate the disorientation that comes to me when I take a nap.  Because of the environmental cues in my house, I was able to orient myself quickly, which helped a lot. But, I hate the feeling.