One of the things I really look forward to with much anticipation every day is ... sleep.
Yeah, I don't know if it is because I'm no longer a spring chicken .. ahem ... but I really do love me some sleep.
I think my love affair with sleep began when I was a mother of three girls who worked two jobs to afford gas and frequent McDonald's drive thru runs for sweet teas. Working mom plus teenagers equals keeping the road hot.
So, about mid-day, I'd start dreaming about how good it would feel to get home, put on some comfy clothes and relax on my bed. Sometimes the girls and I would have heart-to-heart convos while I was laid out on my bed, but more often than not, as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was OUT.
I blamed the girls for being sleep-deprived; but now that I'm an empty-nester, I find I still require a lot of sleep.
Does that mean I sleep in every chance I get? Not on your life! Around 5 a.m., I start becoming conscious and that is often the time I will remember to pray for people and plan my day. By 6 a.m. I'm ready to be up. If I happen to be on holiday or vacation, I will make myself stay in bed until 8 a.m. but it's really a waste of time. Because the brain. Is. On.
I come from a long line of great sleepers. My dad was champion at it and could fall asleep anywhere and anytime. His sleeping place of choice was the couch, right in the midst of family life. We never woke him up with our television shows or game-playing or even arguing.
He would jerk awake, however, if the house got too quiet.
My favorite sleeping place is my king-sized bed and I love it so much that I once wrote a post dedicated to it, My Bed, How I Love Thee
Sleep is really a gift from God - "for he gives to his beloved sleep" - and I plan to avail myself of that gift whenever I can!
This post was written in response to Writer's Workshop prompt 2. Write a blog post inspired by the word: sleep.
For more zany responses, visit Kat Bouska's blog at Mama's Losin' It.