Aside from all that, I really do sleep well. The last time I remember having trouble sleeping was in the summer of 2012, when Scott was deployed and I had nothing to do all day/night and the Midnight Sun was up.
The only time you'll ever find me taking a nap is if I'm in a (legal) drug-induced sleep.
Over the weekend, I was all itchy. I'm not sure what the problem was/is. An allergic reaction maybe? Seasonal allergies? Super dry skin? Your guess is as good as mine. But finally, I decided to take a Benedryl on Saturday night and was asleep within the hour. On Sunday morning, I didn't want to get up, and then still felt the effects of that Benedryl all day long.
I ended up taking a nap and I hate taking naps. This is especially bothersome on the weekends because I feel like I'm wasting time I could be spent enjoying life if I take a nap.
This past weekend, I feel like I accomplished a lot until I succumbed to the itchiness and took a Benedryl. So that means I accomplished a lot of Saturday. Friday was a rough day, but I did 30 minutes of yoga before bed on Friday night and woke up feeling much better on Saturday. I went to the post office, the grocery store x2, I got a pedicure, and then I went fishing with Scott. The gnats were awful. They didn't bother the dog. He spent the evening swimming. I spent the evening swatting gnats and scratching, which led to the Benedryl.
It's Tuesday, and I'm still itchy.
It may be a long week.