Sleep My Pretty
I am a horrible sleeper. It’s not that I can’t sleep. It’s just the opposite. I sleep HARD. And it exhausts me. Shouldn’t sleep REFRESH me? While I do have insomnia every now and then, for the most part I sleep like someone just slipped me a magic potion that will make me not move for 6 hours. I hate it. If I get too much sleep, it’s terrible, if I get the right amount of hours, I’m still a zombie. So maybe I should just not sleep lol, I may have better results. And does anyone else ever find that when someone ASKS you if you crabby, (and you are not), you instantly become crabby? I do. I think it may be time that I just start waking up at the same time every day. Or at least trying too. I cannot go to bed early, but maybe if I put myself on a set wake up time, I will not feel like I just took 4 roofies every morning when I get up. I have blogged about my sheer envy of morning people. And those that utilize the precious moments in the morning before their day begins. I need to join this club. Instead of grabbing my Plain Dealer while juggling my purse, my green tea (if I have time to make it), my lunch bag, my purse and whatever random thing I am carrying, and just tossing the paper in my car, perhaps I could actually read it in the morning. So I am going to try. Even if I only last a day or two, I am going to try to get up at the same time every day and BE PRODUCTIVE. It takes what two weeks to start a habit? So I have to at least try to, maybe it’s time to stop hitting my snooze about 55 times every morning. We’ll see.
the snooze button is the devil.