During the week, on these crisp autumn mornings of late, I dream of sleep.
I dream of sleep that lingers and languishes, the kind where dreams slip in and dance across your thoughts. Sleep that soothes and restores. The kind that’s not compartmentalized.
But .. the weekend arrives and I find myself up with the birds. Every. Single. Time.
As much as I try to sleep in, I just can’t seem to do it.
Occasionally, a nap finds its way to me and that offsets the weariness. But in the day-to-day craziness that is my work world right now, sleep is a commodity I fiercely protect. The problem is that if I go to bed too early, I wake up far too early also. If I go to bed too late, I feel the grog all day long. Ugh!
So, again today, I was up and at ’em bright & early – long before the sun had appeared. Laundry – done. Dishes – done. Soon, we’re off to brunch with my Father-in-Law & Aunts/Uncles, we’ll stop stop at the grocery store for a few essentials and then later tonight comes a Halloween Party – yeah!
Maybe I’ll sleep in tomorrow. 🙂 But then again, probably not.
What’s your sleep routine? Are you a weekend early bird like me? Do you have a love/hate relationship with your alarm clock? Have you ever day-dreamed about sleep?