Why I can't hang with nap time.

Hi friends! So, last week was a pretty slowwwww week around these parts, I know I know.

It just wasn't my week.

This week will be different. I'm feeling back to my old self and I have hooker red nails.

It's pretty hard to have a bad week when you've got hooker red nails.

My weekend?

Dogs, dogs, Bagel Bites (made in the oven, aka fancy style), dogs, pretty new rug, brunch, comedy show.

Most of all, I actually managed to learn something this weekend.

I figured out why adults don't get nap time.

Yesterday I was feeling a little sleepy after my 3 mimosas at brunch and so I came home where Ella forced me to lay down on the sofa and nap with her. 

Really, you see those beady eyes? She forced me.

So, to nap land we went.

Fast forward 2 hours I woke up feeling like a spring chicken ready to take on the world.

The good news was that I had plans last night and I was more awake than I am after I take down a large RedBull.

Why can't I do this nap time thing every day?! I thought to myself.

And then, somewhere around 11pm, after I was home from my night, I found myself far, far away from being tired. I'm talking completely opposite end of the spectrum.

Keep in mind, my typical bed time is somewhere around 9:30-10... depending on what show is on, of course.

So, naturally, I pour myself a heavy glass of Chard in hopes of it having magical sleep powers.

Another fail. I finished my glass of wine around 11:30 and could easily have gone for another.

Instead I opted for a Melatonin.

Again, nothing. I was wide awake.

Thinking of nothing in particular. Just laying there with my eyes closed, pretending to sleep.

Much like I used to do when I was supposed to be doing homework and my mom would walk in my room. Pretend sleep. Worked every time.

Moral of this story, this adult (term used loosely) can't hang with nap time.

All I know is that I'm going to sleep like a sweet little baby tonight, with or without my bud Chard.