Let me tell you what I don't do.
I don't take naps after work, and I don't sleep in on work mornings.
I am a super big fan of schedules and lists and planning and regularity.
If I don't do everything exactly how I always do it, I can't do it at all.
The last 24 hours.
I had a nap after work. Definitely not a purposeful nap. I would never think after coming home at 6:00 that that would be a good time to nap. Everybody knows if you sleep at a time like that, you will wake up in the middle of the night. (not me, turns out)
It was a "oh, the room is finally warm and cozy, I feel so good, I'm just going to close my eyes for a moment" kind of thing.
A moment that turned into an hour.
Waking up at 8:05pm, realized there wasn't anything else that seemed more important at that moment than going to bed, so I basically got up to turn the lights out, and went to bed, *there was a small interlude of doing a blog post, and watching a show to calm my brain down again.
And then this morning! You would think that I would be so refreshed and alive, I would wake up to my alarm and bound out of bed with all the energy I had recovered.
Alas, I lay there, and promptly feel back asleep. Only to awake with a start and look at the clock, "7:28! I have to leave at 7:40!"
It was a rushed ten minutes. But I managed.
And I managed to get through the day, despite not having my coffee for the second day in a row.
It's amazing what you can do when you are forced to in a panic.