Every summer, I do this. As the summer nears each year, I look forward to sleeping late, and not being at the beck and call of the clock. And every year, as the summer wanes, I find that my sleep patterns are all out of whack.
I'm a night owl. I prowl the house at night, long after Juggling Freak and Offspring have gone to bed. I read, I watch TV, I do my craft projects. I like the quiet, the calm. The heat of the day has fled; the phone has stopped ringing. The house is still. I find something very appealing about that. And that's my time to find inner peace.
I have been going to bed very late these past few weeks, and like I do every summer, I need to get my system reset. I need to be back on school time. I report back to work Monday, and have to hit the ground running. I'm not looking forward to having to drag myself out of bed when I would normally be comfortably lost in dreamland. Though I do only have myself to blame for being in this predicament in the first place.