I am not a morning person. I like to sleep late and would every day if I could. The problem is, I am also at my best in the morning.
I think better in the morning. By the time 2:30 – 3:00 in the afternoon rolls around, I’m tired of thinking and my mind just wants to go on autopilot. If I have a work problem that I haven’t solved by then, I know it won’t get solved until the next morning. The only exception to this is if I’m in the zone and nothing exists for me but the code I’m writing.
Even on the weekends, if I don’t sleep in, I am much more energetic. I can get so many chores finished so quickly!
The problem is, I love to sleep. Part of it is because I need a good 8 hours of sleep to be at my best, and I rarely get that on weekdays. I also don’t get a solid nights sleep most nights because one or the other of the quadrupeds gets fidgety and wake me up. I usually fall right back to sleep, but it’s still sleep interrupted.
I started a bad habit by letting them sleep in the bed with us. They were both so tiny when we started letting them out of their kennels at night. It was only natural that they wanted to be with mommy and daddy at night. It is a comforting feeling to have Willow all snuggled up against me and have Pockets laying on me. Luckily it’s not the other way around!
My bed is my sanctuary. It’s where I feel safe and secure, no matter what. I don’t know why. It’s comforting when I wake up at night and know my whole little family is right there with me. It means all is right with the world.