Sleep

Sleep is a funny thing.    As a child you never want to admit your tired.    You don’t want to go to bed or you might miss some fun.   I used to stand over the crib with Liz and beg her to go to sleep.   The irony came when she was a teenager and I stood over her bed yelling she had to wake up!  

Throughout my life sleep and I have had an on again off again relationship.   As a child I didn’t want to go to sleep but I woke up ready to go.   As a teen I had to drag my sorry self out of bed to get ready for school   In college we would stay up to all hours of the night watching movies and eating pizza. This would be followed with a four hour nap later that week.   As a young mother I would gather sleep at any moment I could.  

Now working six days a week, I have an ugly relationship with my alarm.   For the first time in my life I hit snooze... repeatedly.   I cherish mornings like this one when I don’t have to wake up.   I can slowly come around. In those moments thoughts are moving through my head but I’m still blissfully in that relaxed mode.   I find in this time things that need to be done or solutions to challenges come clear.    I can take my time to wake up, let the thoughts flow and when I am ready get up and get my cup of tea.    Mornings like this one are to be cherished.