S is for sleepy, that's good enough for me.

I never like Mondays. I usually just try to get through them with minimal damage. Sometimes, though, I get crazy and play the reverse psychology game on myself and try super hard to get tons of stuff done just to act like a big shot. Thennnnnnn I get to say that Mondays are for the real winners in life who can't wait to go out there and get the shidizzle done...just like me. *****yawn***** Today wasn't a Reverse Psychology Monday. Today you won't hear a peep out of me about conquering the world in 3 easy steps. Or even battling the overflowing basket of whites while texting, IMing, and emailing 7 of your nearest and dearest. Today I actually...............TOOK A NAP. OMG. OMG. OMG. OMG. OMG. Yep. I said it. Now I'm gonna' go say 10 Hail Mary's and an Our Father to make myself feel even slightly worthy of this industrious bloggity blog. I never nap. And even if I did, I wouldn't call it a nap, I'd call it a "rebooting of the brain". But really, I can't nap in the daytime. I fear the nap. I fear the quiet and mostly I fear the lack of "getting stuff done". A fifteen minute nap??? I could have cleaned out a closet and my rolling dumpster (car) by the time you were saying "wakey, wakey, cornflakey". In my Virgo-a-go-go mind, I've got to zoom. And to zoom, there's no time for the recharge. Recharging takes place behind the steering wheel in the form of caffeinated tea. But today, I slipped. My body wilted under me and it happened. My opinion of the nap now? Amazingly it's the same. I won't nap again. I feel as though I lost 39 minutes of today to nothing. Thirty-nine minutes with which I could have changed the world. Or at least emptied my dishwasher...