I love me some naps.
I haven’t taken one in a long time, but I’m rather refreshed after I take them.
One method that helps me not take three hour naps (my preferred length if left to my own devices, and it does zombify me) is to nap with my husband. He’s much more disciplined about power napping than I am, and having someone else get up and go (and tell me to get up) helps me get my lazy ass back out of bed. He power naps almost every day - I think it’s saving his sanity from being a night person working a job that starts at 8:00 am.
The cats, however, do not help. They’ll encourage me to sleep the clock around.
Refresh.
They fuck me up.