I hate naps

I think there is something wrong with the ability of falling asleep for 30 min, or an hour, or two or three, or however long- in the middle of the day. No full REM cycle, no peace of a days work, just a sense of running away from problems and guilt at getting not enough done.
I would suggest to call me a downer, but I feel I am far from them.
I am just this: against naps.
Today I was tired. Sariah slept all day yesterday as we wet on an adventure, so she slept horrible last night. Add in the adjustment period to 9 am church, and I was bushes. A nap was calling my name. And I gave in.
Now naps, aren't bad. It's the waking up that sucks. I pride myself in always being happy, but when I wake up from a nap, I don't think anyone less than God him
Self would challenge me.
I hate the idea that I just wasted time. Precious time of living, doing, learning and eating have been wasted.
That is how I feel. Unfortunately for this new mother, my daughter has the same feelings- and chooses to spend her days living, not sleeping.

So, me and naps- we have a ruff history together. And or future? Isn't looking too good either.