Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Beloved Sleep
After putting Mr. poopy pants to bed at 8:00, I seriously considered going to bed myself. In fact, the only thing stopping me was knowing how lame I'd seem. What is it about going to bed early that makes you 1.) old and 2.) a dork? So what? I crave a full eight hours of sleeping bliss. I wake up most mornings trying to figure out when I'll be able to return to that pillow I'm being so rudely torn from. I love sleep! Given my profession, I used to be concerned that it was a sign I was depressed. I don't think that's it. Not that I'm never depressed, but I really think I just enjoy sleep. I love the warm welcome my bed gives me when I crawl in at night...and don't even get me started on fresh sheets or my nemesis the alarm! So, in order to spend quality time with my night owl husband and maintain appearances, I kept sleep at bay...but it's calling and I'm going to answer, because after all, it is after 9:00.
3 comments:
wow....grandma....it's 11:21 & we just finished dinner. I'm reading this, & will probably be up for another hr. at least. Last night was the first night I got to go to bed before 1am. it was like 11:30pm! I was so excited. And I don't even have kids! :)
What's wrong with going to bed at 8? Who cares if it's still light outside! :)
I say sleep when you are tired. I still take naps sometimes if I can. I love to sleep and can honestly say that is the only thing I miss from my previous life, so if it is 8 or 11 go to bed when you wanna! :-)
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