The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.
Normally, I get up at 4:45 a.m., make coffee, pack Jeff’s lunch, and see him off.
I drink my coffee, read the paper, catch up on email. Enjoy some quiet time before the kids wake up and all hell breaks loose.
Yesterday and today, I was up at 4:15, for reasons too boring to get into here.
And yet somehow, even with that extra half hour, I had nowhere enough time to get things done.
It’s not the holidays, either. It’s just me. The knowledge of how much I need to do completely unnerves me, the center cannot hold, and I run around like a chicken with its head cut off, completely ineffective in every way.
I got around to reading yesterday’s paper, today. I’ll get to today’s tomorrow- I hope!
I can’t wait to sleep in tomorrow. To 4:45.
But I have to say- I do enjoy watching the sun rise.
Is it normal to be so thrown from losing a mere 30 minutes sleep? How rigid is your sleep schedule?