A pink glow filters through my eye lids. My conscious is not yet fully aware that it is morning. I am still transitioning out of that dream state into reality. I open my eyes, roll over and look at the alarm clock.
5:00 am., "crap", I mumble to myself.
Its too early to get up, but too late to try and sleep with the dawn breaking through our bedroom window.
I tiptoe out of our bedroom, start a pot of coffee, and check emails as my body slowing grinds to life. "this is going to be a LONG day" I grumble silently.
This type of "LONG" day is becoming pretty typical in my life. It has various other origins, including children with night terrors, children screaming for no reason, hungry children and sometimes thirsty children. In other words, children.
I guess I've been pretty fortunate to not require much sleep. 6 hours is usually plenty. But, my attitude seems to be directly related to the quantity of sleep I've gotten. 8 hours and I'm cheery and ready to conquer the day. 4 hours and you had better not cross me.
Sleep has also become a precious commodity in our house. Since I now work from home and have a flexible schedule, Meg and I will haggle like gypsies over precious minutes. "No, you pleeeaaaase, get up with the girls and just let me sleep 20 more minutes" she'll plead. "But I had to get up with Margo twice last night" I'll banter back. This will often go on for a solid 15 minutes before I cave in and just get up with the kids. ( I figure over the long haul, she's missed more sleep than I ever will while pregnant and nursing).
You'd think that with an early wake up, that slumber might come easy the following night. Not so. After the kids have been put to bed, and we are enjoying our quiet time as a couple, it kicks in. "IT" being the dreaded second wind. Oh how I loath thee. Instead of my tired body being lulled into peaceful slumber, my brain kicks into high gear. I think about work, I worry about bills and sometimes we get into deep conversations that go on and on..... So, now it's midnight. We reluctantly head to bed. Sleep comes quickly for me.
A shriek of "Daaaddddyyyyyy!!!" wakes me.
Oh no. It's only 2:30am. Crap. It's gonna be a LONG day. And so it goes...
"9 How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? when wilt
thou arise out of thy sleep?10 Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little
folding of the hands to sleep:11 So shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man."
Proverbs 6: 9-11
5:00 am., "crap", I mumble to myself.
Its too early to get up, but too late to try and sleep with the dawn breaking through our bedroom window.
I tiptoe out of our bedroom, start a pot of coffee, and check emails as my body slowing grinds to life. "this is going to be a LONG day" I grumble silently.
This type of "LONG" day is becoming pretty typical in my life. It has various other origins, including children with night terrors, children screaming for no reason, hungry children and sometimes thirsty children. In other words, children.
I guess I've been pretty fortunate to not require much sleep. 6 hours is usually plenty. But, my attitude seems to be directly related to the quantity of sleep I've gotten. 8 hours and I'm cheery and ready to conquer the day. 4 hours and you had better not cross me.
Sleep has also become a precious commodity in our house. Since I now work from home and have a flexible schedule, Meg and I will haggle like gypsies over precious minutes. "No, you pleeeaaaase, get up with the girls and just let me sleep 20 more minutes" she'll plead. "But I had to get up with Margo twice last night" I'll banter back. This will often go on for a solid 15 minutes before I cave in and just get up with the kids. ( I figure over the long haul, she's missed more sleep than I ever will while pregnant and nursing).
You'd think that with an early wake up, that slumber might come easy the following night. Not so. After the kids have been put to bed, and we are enjoying our quiet time as a couple, it kicks in. "IT" being the dreaded second wind. Oh how I loath thee. Instead of my tired body being lulled into peaceful slumber, my brain kicks into high gear. I think about work, I worry about bills and sometimes we get into deep conversations that go on and on..... So, now it's midnight. We reluctantly head to bed. Sleep comes quickly for me.
A shriek of "Daaaddddyyyyyy!!!" wakes me.
Oh no. It's only 2:30am. Crap. It's gonna be a LONG day. And so it goes...
"9 How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? when wilt
thou arise out of thy sleep?10 Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little
folding of the hands to sleep:11 So shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man."
Proverbs 6: 9-11