Sunday naps are inevitable...
Regardless of how much sleep I get the night before or how energetic I feel as we leave church, the moment I walk through our apartment door I am immediately stuck with exhaustion.
I manage to find my way to the bed (sometimes only making it as far as the couch) and slip into, what I like to call-
'The Sunday Coma'.
As Jared would surly tell you, there's no waking me up.
He can jump on the bed next to me,
shake me around, bang things around loudly-
I'm out.
I'll beg for five more minutes, only to wake up an hour (or more) later.
Why am I plagued with this uninvited Sunday fatigue?!
Sunday, being only one of two days Jared and I are able to actually eat dinner together and I can’t keep my eyes open.
For those of you out there who have experienced 'The Sunday Coma', know that once you've fallen into the deep sleep that somehow is only attainable Sunday afternoons (for a reason unknown to me) it's hard to be fully awake even after being woken.
Basically, what I'm saying is after this impending nap the rest of the day is unavoidably lazy.
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