Ever have one of those days where you look longingly at your bed in the morning as you’re making the bed and fluffing the pillows, thinking, “Just a few more hours, my darling, and we shall meet again?” And I’m not talking about those days when you just want to lay down for a few more minutes. I mean those days when the thought of another full night’s sleep is appealing by 8 a.m.
I sometimes have days where for no apparent reason, I’m just tired for a lot of the day. I don’t remember being this way in my 20s, and probably not in my 30s either. And I know there are things I could be doing (aside from making coffee my immediate priority when I wake up in the morning) that would allegedly provide me with more energy.
I hear that exercise can help. But frankly, when I’m this tired, who has the energy to work out? It just doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.
And unfortunately, I’m just not a napper. When I do nap, which is rare, I wake up in worse shape than I fell asleep in, and it takes hours for me to shake that groggy feeling. And besides, I don’t know many people who have that much time on their hands where they can curl up with a blankie for a while in the middle of the day. Maybe when I’m retired. Or the next time I get the flu.
In the meantime, ugh.