The prospect of having to wake up again is prohibitively depressing.
Naps cause responsibility-free breaks to go by far to quickly.
Naps aren’t really responsibility-free, because I need to do laundry and folding laundry is somewhat easier when twins aren’t systematically unfolding it at the same time.
If I go to sleep, babies’ naps will be 50% shorter, and they’ll wake up 100% more grouchy.
I would spend a quarter of my naptime thinking about what needs to be done after naptime is over.
Deadlines. Clients that actually want things to be turned in by 6 a.m. And there’s no way I’m getting up at 3 a.m. tonight/tomorrow to make that happen.
If I’m smart about it, I can get a load of laundry washed, a sinkful of dishes cleaned and put away, the living room vacuumed, the dogs fed, the mail checked, the counters wiped off, drink a pot of coffee, and still squeeze in an episode of Grey’s Anatomy while babies sleep.
If I’m not smart about it, I can stare into space in the blessed silence for half an hour.