Lately it hasn't seemed as if I've been getting enough sleep and people have begun to notice my incessant yawning and the slight bags under my eyes. And it's really no small wonder why when the days here seem so short - I wake up every morning and in no time it seems like it's time to get ready for bed again.
So I've begun to try to stretch the days, going to bed later and later while at the same time waking up earlier and earlier. I keep telling myself that on Sunday I will catch up on all my lost sleep, but even on Sunday I always seem to be woken up early by either the sunlight that works its way around my curtain or by the cries of the pies in the parking lot.
Today I slept in a little later than normal and remembered how wonderful sleep is. Important, too. When I finally woke up and talked myself into stepping out of bed and rolling up the curtain, it seemed that single additional hour of sleep had brought with it a new sense of quiet contentment.
There still don't seem to be enough hours in the day, but still the same I think I'll be going to bed a little earlier than normal tonight.
So I've begun to try to stretch the days, going to bed later and later while at the same time waking up earlier and earlier. I keep telling myself that on Sunday I will catch up on all my lost sleep, but even on Sunday I always seem to be woken up early by either the sunlight that works its way around my curtain or by the cries of the pies in the parking lot.
Today I slept in a little later than normal and remembered how wonderful sleep is. Important, too. When I finally woke up and talked myself into stepping out of bed and rolling up the curtain, it seemed that single additional hour of sleep had brought with it a new sense of quiet contentment.
There still don't seem to be enough hours in the day, but still the same I think I'll be going to bed a little earlier than normal tonight.
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