Chasing the sandman

If I almost get a nap, then I have to have a nap -- but I don't usually get that nap.

I was being quite productive today and then I took a lunch break -- it wasn't the lunch that put the cog in the wheel -- it was the realization, during lunch, that I had "Hey Paula" sitting on the DVD just a waitin to be viewed.

Lunch + TV = nodding off.

Nodding off, however, does not = nap -- nodding off = a few moments of bliss ending abruptly by requests to comb doll hair, button a shirt, answer snack questions and all kinds of parenting things.

That damn bliss -- she's a powerful Siren -- she fogs my reason and fools me into believing that just a few more minutes and I will fall into slumber.

Why there isn't some sane person in my head sounding the "this road to frustration and wasted afternoon" alarm, I know not -- all of me falls for this nap trick again and again.

Well, of course it didn't happen -- I just got groggy and frustrated and made some coffee.

The afternoon coffee doesn't work like the morning coffee -- I stay fogged, but add a stomach ache and mild heartburn into the mix.

The nap obsession has turned me into an old lady.

This is the last time I fall for it -- I'm serious -- that's it, no more naps -- naps R dumb -- for weenies even.