That’s what I’m having lately. I love to get my sleep, but I hate to think of what I might be missing or could be doing or should be doing. I’ve never been one to have difficulty sleeping, and I know my limits. I need 7-8 hours a night or I’m dragging. I’m not one of those people who functions well on 5-6 hours, nor am I one to pretend I do.
I just haven’t had enough hours in the day lately. So much to do, so little time. Such is the life of many, but maybe especially for single moms. Or maybe that’s just the view from my front porch. 🙂 At this moment I could be asleep in less than five minutes, and I thought about blowing off tonight’s post. But at the same time, I’m working on making my writing a habit, so for tonight sleep must wait.
I can stay awake and function quite well, at least for a little while longer, but in the morning I won’t want to get up. I’ve never been much of a morning person. I hit the snooze button more times than I care to admit, and I know that does no good. Not getting any quality sleep between those snooze alarms. So tomorrow morning my goal is to get up at the first alarm. Or second at most. Sweet dreams.