Sleeping in

Don't you love those mornings where you get to sleep in? I know I do, they are so relaxing and they seem to take their time. Nothing feels rushed or urgent, ahhh sweet Nirvana. It's at this point I wake up and look at the time on my phone, 5:40am. Yup, didn't sleep in again!

I am suppose to be up at 8am every weekday. I make sure the youngest has himself awake and conscience enough to find clothes that don't smell offensive and most of his winter gear find-able. I don't mind 8 in the morning, it's a good time of day to be sure. Some neat shows on TV can be found, it's quiet enough to just putz around on a computer, I can organize my day a little. It's great. I would rather wake up for my day at 9am but hey, what's an extra hour? What seems to happen about half the time however, is I wake up sometime between the 40 minutes it takes me to fall asleep at 1am and 6:30am, and by that range I mean my eyes pop open at 6:29 more often than not.

It's worse on days I know and plan on sleeping in, of course. On those days, I shoot for an whopping 11am laz-fest! Yea, right. I am up by 8, guaranteed. *sigh* I feel like Charlie Brown, as he is running up to that Football Lucy is holding, just knowing this time, yes this time, the ball will be there when I swing my foot to kick it. THUD!

Well Lucy, just to let you know. I would trust you. I know I would. I would be that Charlie Brown kid knowing that just this time, you will let me sleep in. But knowing I have a small edge of realism and doubt, I would bet money you will pull that damn ball away. I am just egging you on so I can get more stuff done. Zzzzz