Saturday, August 6, 2011

Sleeping in

by Lorna Barrett / Lorraine Bartlett / L.L. Bartlett

When I lost my day job (almost six years ago), one of the routines Mr. L wanted to observe was getting up at a regular time.

Why the heck did I want to do that?  I'd been getting up at the crack of dawn for more than twenty years.  I wanted to sleep in.

But noooooooooooo!  These traditions must be upheld.  And they were
. . . for a while.  But then I'd conveniently forget to set the alarm.  The only problem was . . . I'd trained myself to get up early and I couldn't STOP it. 

So ... it's been a bit of a surprise that lately we've been sleeping in.  Until SEVEN o'clock!  Well, not every day.  But maybe two out of seven days.   That's quite a departure from four or five in the morning.  Of course, to sleep in, I probably have had to have been awake for two or three hours during the night, tossing, turning, listening to cats fight, or thinking about my latest work in progress.  (Usually those last two.)

And of course I couldn't sleep in today.  I had to get up and write this post.

Do you get to sleep in?