I may not be a real member of the Visser family. I hate naps.
Every member of the Visser clan (including my wife) are all terrific nap takers. I on the other hand hate them. I will tell you why.
I loved my mission. I have spent a good amount of time this week on the phone with old mission companions, members, and converts, catching up and inviting them to Weston's baby blessing. Maybe in my digging up memories of my long lost past, I have stirred up old habits.
On your mission, every P-day is like fine chocolate. You cant eat it all at once, it will make you sick. You cant let it get too cold or too hot because it ruins the texture. It needs to be a busy day, but everything that you do needs to be fun. The biggest way to destroy your P-day is to take a nap.
I quote Pres. Evans when he was asked by a missionary is he can take naps on P-Day "You can take a nap when everyone else takes a nap, at 10:30". He was referring to lights out for sleep. Ever since this day, naps have felt like such a waste of time. What could you have done in those 30, 60, 120 minutes? I hate to think about.
This reasoning explains why I am more grumpy when I wake up from a nap rather than before I take one. I do dumb things after a nap. For example, I snapped at Kelly for wearing my pajama pants an hour ago, right after I got up from a 2 hour nap. I then cleaned the kitchen in like 10 minutes to try and make up for my lazy nap.
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