C is for Couch Nap

 When I first developed depression, while I was pregnant with my third child, I started taking couch naps. As the name implies, it's sleeping on the couch, but usually unintended and often while surrounded by children and responsibilities that I'm ignoring because the urge to sleep is so great. Or because the pressure is too much and my brain shuts down. 

Normally, a couch nap is in the afternoon, sometimes late afternoon. Today, it was at noon, maybe a smidgeon earlier. Whoops. 

I've had trouble falling asleep, but I think this particular instance was a combination of mild insomnia and the hydroxyzine (antihistamine also used for anxiety) that I took this morning. I got all cozy and wasn't tired until suddenly I was very, very sleepy. So I couch napped. I read up on hydroxyzine to see if it actually helps with allergies (since I think antihistamines might help with my headaches), and part of what it does is relaxes the body, hence the help with anxiety (often causing drowsiness, sometimes used when preparing patients for anesthesia). 

It's not really a big deal, except I slept through lunch time so I'm still trying to get my kiddos lunch at 2:30 (WHOOPS), and now I'm still a little groggy feeling and I'm supposed to drive in an  hour. Whoops. It's a short drive so I'm not worried, but also.... whoops.