It's 9AM
I wake up almost every hour until it’s time to get up, she said.
And cursed me last night.
I am usually in bed around 9:00.
Sometimes later, but 4:30 – 5:00 comes early and I like my beauty sleep.
Hell, if you saw me you would recommend a lot more of it.
I get up without an alarm because I don’t want to disturb anyone in the house.
Being a morning person in a house full of night owls is a blessing and a curse.
Time alone is easy to find when you wake up before the world, but sometimes it’s an effort to keep it that way.
I usually wake up at 1 or 2.
Dogs.
If you have dogs, you know.
If you have cats, you know.
If you are absent any pets, then you are probably well rested.
After 2, I can drift right back in and get 2 hours of REM, and do an easy wake up.
Because it’s time to get things going.
Except last night.
I snoozed until midnight, then woke up every time the clock blinked from 59 to 00.
Like a curse.
Which makes me wonder what’s on my mind.
Something is troubling me, I’m sure.
Or rather, there are a lot of things I am thinking about.
Kids. The Job. The Work I want. Plans. Family. Events.
Or maybe it’s just the end of summer and the heat and culmination of a bunch of long days and a long drive after.
No matter what it is, sometimes you wake up ready for bed again.
That tells me two things.
Time for a change.
In routine, in thought patterns, in a couple of areas.
Time to pull the trigger on some things I’ve been thinking about.
And maybe hit the bed at 8:45 instead of 9:00 tonight.
I sleep like the proverbial dead, which has its drawbacks. If I have a restless night, the hubby is ready to dial 911 😂. Seriously though, it usually means my mind just can’t slow down enough to let my body relax. It helps if I write down my thoughts before bed— the only suggestion from a professional that worked. (Meditating was a total bust 🤦🏻♀️)