Well the last few days, as I have settled in down here in the beautiful OC, I have woken up every day and peered at my phone to see the time, only to shocked and disturbed that it begins with either a 6 or 7. This is not right. When I first get back from Europe I expect this. I actually like going to bed early and then waking up as the sun also rises from its slumber and find myself being extra productive. But the jet lag has passed and I am getting back into my routine of staying up to my normal bedtime only to be woken at abnormal hours. There is bright sunlight pouring into the room that I’m sleeping in. There are other humans occupying the house who are very much morning people. There are workers just behind the house building and hammering and making entirely too much raucous. There must be a quieter way to build a house, or at the very least, a start time of 10 am to do such things.
By midday I begin to feel the repercussions of my actions. I am sluggish and my eyes are heavy and it feels like naptime. But I haven’t really done anything to warrant a nap so that seems like a bit of a nonsensical answer. There are people who can function beautifully off of 4,5,6 hours of sleep. I am not one of them and I probably never will be. That is ok though because good sleep is a wonderful thing and something I enjoy tremendously. Perhaps the Lord will bless me with children that are born with the same sleeping patterns as their mother—as infants! One can dream. Until it’s a necessity though, I must find a way to hold on to my beauty sleep.