Why Do I Torture Myself?
Every night when I finally put head to pillow it after midnight. Since Christmas vacation--yes I say CHRISTMAS vacation and not WINTER break--I have really become lax about getting to bed even by midnight. I don't need to worry. No need to get up early. I have had the luxury of sleeping til 8 and even 9 on some occasions.
Despite being able to sleep in a bit, I am still so tired the next day that I am dragging my feet. And then I do the same thing all over again! So why do I torture myself? Well I know the answer to this! It's because from the time I wake up until all my kids are in bed, I am on duty. Why would I want to waste a few precious hours of solitude on SLEEP! Yeah, it's true: early to bed, early to rise.... but I am talking sanity here. It's that time when I can watch grown up TV. When I can play absolutely non-stop on the computer without any interruption...unless of course my bladder has something to say about it.
So every night I indulge in my solitude. It's torture the next day to crawl out of bed. But every night I know I can again indulge myself. Is your indulgence just that...indulgence....or does it come with some form of torture? In the long run, I believe this bit of indulgence is worth the trade off. It's my me time. My guilt free do nothing unless I choose to time...because of course, I devote my every waking hour to my children!!! You might want to stand aside, the lightening is about to strike!
Despite being able to sleep in a bit, I am still so tired the next day that I am dragging my feet. And then I do the same thing all over again! So why do I torture myself? Well I know the answer to this! It's because from the time I wake up until all my kids are in bed, I am on duty. Why would I want to waste a few precious hours of solitude on SLEEP! Yeah, it's true: early to bed, early to rise.... but I am talking sanity here. It's that time when I can watch grown up TV. When I can play absolutely non-stop on the computer without any interruption...unless of course my bladder has something to say about it.
So every night I indulge in my solitude. It's torture the next day to crawl out of bed. But every night I know I can again indulge myself. Is your indulgence just that...indulgence....or does it come with some form of torture? In the long run, I believe this bit of indulgence is worth the trade off. It's my me time. My guilt free do nothing unless I choose to time...because of course, I devote my every waking hour to my children!!! You might want to stand aside, the lightening is about to strike!
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Picture of the Day
Every girl for herself on the Mario Kart Wii! It gets ugly, folks. Toadette is lovingly referred to as: Toad Turd. And Peach is affectionately called Peach Pit. I never said it was pretty.
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But I hear ya sistah!
I can totally relate! I'm the same way. :o) There's something about having everyone in your house quiet and sleeping (quiet is the most important part, LOL) that's peaceful and tranquil.
P.S. My 3 year old daughter loves to play (crash cars) Mariokart on the Wii with my hubs. LOVE the pic in this post!