So very much.
This morning I woke up around 8:30am – naturally, without an alarm except the alarm that is my bladder telling me I had to pee. Then I went back to sleep and didn’t get out of bed until 9:45am.
It feels like my body naturally wants to wake up in the 8 o’clock hour. Then I don’t feel groggy or sore or wobbly. But if I can sleep longer, I do, and I can.
I have been basking in the softness of our sheets. In the warmth of the dogs laying beside me. Pages has been so close our noses touch. I am remembering the many dreams that my light-sleep brain has from the time I know it’s morning and the time I actually get up. This morning I dreamt about the characters on ‘Veep’ – a show we’ve started watching. It’s so darn funny.
But sleep. Oh, how I love it.
And tomorrow morning…well this version of sleeping will end until the weekend.
I’ll have to wake and get up in the 6 o’clock hour.
I used to be able to get up very early and write. Those days are long gone.
However, my strongest productivity hours include a stint in the morning, usually from 9am – 12noon…then again from 3pm – 5pm – which, of course, is not usually a chunk of time when I do my creative work, unless we want to agree that mothering is a creative feat that includes management and cooking! Yes, we can agree to that.
And so, I say farewell to the long sleeps knowing that they will be few and far between for the next little while.
Naps, you wonder. Will I nap? I don’t know. I don’t have naps built into my days. But perhaps a few quick 20-minute bursts of sleep will help? I’ll let you know.
The break is at its end. I’m feeling anxiety about getting back to a different routine. Alas, it is time. I am well rested. I have stuck to smart eating habits and fitness action which I haven’t done in years. Maybe it’s all possible because of all the sleep!
Enjoy this day, friends!