Naps; How Profound

This week has been draining for some reason. I think it has to do with walking 3 miles on Saturday. I just can't get my energy back. Since I've been whining and crying about my energy for so long I started thinking back to my dancing days. It made me wonder how on earth I was able to dance so many hours and not fall over (well, I did get mono, but even after that I was able to continue). It had to be the naps. I wouldn't say a napped excessively, but I had to in order to exist as I did.
In high school, I left school at noon and started dance classes at 1:00. I remember napping in the hall outside the dance studio waiting for class to begin.
I worked part time while dancing and going to college. I still had time to nap here and there (amazingly). What I don't do now is take naps. I couldn't possibly. Hubby has his agenda and I have to make sure things are in order at home. I get no rest. Maybe I need to incorporate a nap time into my days somehow. I don't know how to do that during the week. I work til 5 and have a 30 mile commute which takes close to an hour during rush hour. By the time I get home dinner needs to be made, then dishes must be done, and then it's already 8:00 or 9:00! Naptime is bedtime! And this arrives before I've done anything enjoyable. I don't want a life that is just on the go work and no time for myself. I need to figure out better time management perhaps. Something's gotta give.
One thing is certain: those naps kept me alive back in the day!