Napping

If there is one thing we absolutely don't have in common, it's taking naps. I enjoy them once in a blue moon, if I'm hung over or not feeling good, or been working hard or out late the night before- more out of necessity than want.

Shawn naps. All. The. Time. Every day, if he's not at work, he takes one. They can last anywhere from two to five hours. Very rarely are they less than two.

It irritates me when I'm trying to get housework done. I can get a lot done in two hours, while he's asleep. I realize he deserves a break since he works all week, but what's going to happen when we're both working again? I rely on him to help with half of the house work, but I feel jipped when he's passed out most of the day.

And then there's the issue of spending time with each other. I don't get to see him during the week except for a few hours at night. So when he takes a good chunk out of the day to sleep when we could be spending time together, it doesn't turn out well. I'm left feeling unsatisfied.