This morning, people all across the United States woke up feeling cheated. They had to get to work or to school an hour earlier than the time to which their bodies are accustomed. It’s the first weekday after the switch to Daylight Savings Time, the “spring forward” that supposedly adds to our efficiency, but right now just seems to be making everyone groggy.
To commemorate this rude assault on the human right to rest and recreation, some people have started to observe a new holiday: National Napping Day. In previous years, National Napping Day was announced for the day after the commencement of Daylight Savings Time, but this year, that day was on the weekend anyway, when time is more flexibly arranged. It’s today that people are being hit hard by the shift. So, I suspect that today is National Napping Day, but I’m not really sure. There was no official National Napping Day announcement this year. Apparently, the napping organizers were falling asleep at the helm.
The truth is that, as much as I admire the idea of National Napping Day, a day in which we agree to recognize the biological reality that our bodies often need a bit of sleep during the middle of the day, I won’t be napping. I have too much work to do, and too much at stake to risk falling behind.
The reality is that a holiday like National Napping Day is for the financial elites, for people who don’t have to work for a living, and spend their days engaged with intensive regimens of self-care. Our society looks down on napping. Do an online search for pictures of napping, and almost all of what you’ll see will be photographs of animals and pre-school children.
The rest of us, it seems, are working hard to comply with the admonishment: Don’t let them catch you napping! We get to sleep only when the boss says it’s okay.