Every Sunday, the same thing happens. Bedtime rolls around and I roll right on past it. A later bedtime, too late to be really practical but things could still be ok, also comes and goes. It is late, and I sit up, awake and stressing over the fact that I am awake. It's really a bit ridiculous. I should start getting up earlier on Sundays, but the truth is I usually don't even sleep all that late. I just get enough sleep so that I'm up too late. And then I wake up on Monday tired.
It's a vicious cycle and one that is starting to bug me. So tonight I'm going to bed before midnight, darn it, even though I'm not even a little bit tired. I'll read until I fall asleep. I have a boring book all picked out and everything. I'll leave you with Don Draper speaking Hungarian: this is pretty much how I guess I sound!
It's a vicious cycle and one that is starting to bug me. So tonight I'm going to bed before midnight, darn it, even though I'm not even a little bit tired. I'll read until I fall asleep. I have a boring book all picked out and everything. I'll leave you with Don Draper speaking Hungarian: this is pretty much how I guess I sound!
2 comments:
I was glad you stayed up. It is very hard for me to go bed early on Sunday but 4:30am comes early. I was glad we got to play a game together. Love and miss you, Mom 0xo0x
Hi honey Finally read all your blogs I really love them liked your boat dancing glad you are enjoying everything wish I could visit you but it aint gonna happen Love ans miss you alot be careful love and kisses grandma xoxoxo
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