It's taken a long while to get here, where I can actually say I am wide awake in the middle of the night-by my own "doing" if you will. For between the girls, over the past near four years if you include being pregnant, I have given up the rights to dictate when I was awake and when I was asleep. Until now, sort of...
Our girls sleep SO well these days. I think about it often, how I'd like to kiss those sleep Gods, whomever they are, and thank them for helping us to raise a near 3 year old who doesn't get out of her bed without us in the room EVER and a 15 month old who asks to take her naps, sleeps wonderfully at night and for finally reaching the point where both girls don't wake up before 6 am-most days.
But here I sit, well lie actually, thinking about and worrying about our girls... Knowing that if I just could close my eyes and "clear my mind" as the woman at the spa and yoga say, I'd just fall back to sleep--case and point the handsome gentleman to my left... :) But I can't, I've tried... Instead I have searched Facebook, read my email, updated myself on the world's comings and goings, counted to 100-forwards and backwards, read a trashy magazine and even tried the good ol' "flower breathing" from my teaching days... Nada!
I now contemplate, when is it too early to start my day? Having been up since 2:15 or so-a good near 2 hours of sleep a wash-I feel the treadmill calling my name, the news is on at 4:30, that has to be a "reasonable hour?!" And then I look over to my right and listen... The faint snoring of my peaceful duo reminds me that they will be expecting 110% today and therefore, I MUST find a way to conk out, if only for a quick cat nap-our cat slept nearly all day btw-what is with that phrase?
So, off I go... To attempt to close my eyes and head to dreamland--thinking of Mexican beaches, snow falling gently outside, my incredible family and hoping for some near perfect simultaneous naps today!
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