I’m sure I’m not the only person who is feeling tired this time of year. Every day when my alarm goes off at 6:00, I yawn, stretch, and try to wake myself up as much as possible. Once I get out of my bed, it’s easier.
My younger sister jokes that I’m an old lady now because of my self-imposed curfew. I’m showered and all ready for bed and even climbing into bed a little after 9:00. But, I stay up till a little after 10:00 playing Temple Run 2 on my Kindle, then reading whatever book catches my fancy from my shelf. Then, the Melatonin kicks in, the yawns increase, and the sleep mask comes down.
The only days I don’t have to set an alarm (unless I’ve got someplace to be) are Saturdays and Sundays. I sleep like a dead person and rise whenever I feel like it (but always before 11:00). However, on the days I do have get up early, I wish instead to be like the puppy above, all cuddly and snug in my bed. Maybe next week, since it’s a holiday week…
And on that note, it’s been real!