My least favorite time of the day is 3:00am and it seems like I see it much more often than I want. Oh, and not like the old days when I was just stumbling home. Oh, I'm stumbling alright - stumbling out of bed trying to figure out why in the WORLD I can't sleep.
I enjoy the mornings. Always have. I enjoy the start of a new day - wondering what it will bring, how things will unfold. What will bring a smile or a tear. But oh how I hate that time "just before".
I've been dealing with this "middle of the night" stuff for more years than I can count. When I was married it wasn't so bad. It was MY time. Everyone else in the house was sleeping. No one needed me to get them anything, fix anything, do ANYthing. I could sit at the kitchen table, cup of coffee or tea and just BE.
But now? Now I just hate this time. It reinforces the fact that all my time is MY time. It only emphasises the solitude.
In ten years I haven't learned how to deal with this. How to beat it. So I guess I'll just go ahead and start my day. I'll take my shower and get dressed. I'll fix myself a little breakfast and begin to work through my list of things to do. This should make me happy. With everything I have to get done, the extra few hours are actually a good thing.
But right now - in the middle of the night - not so much.
Posted by Tammi at December 3, 2005 04:36 AMso how much sleep are you getting girl, like 4 hours a night? WOW....even I can't do that and I am an insomniac...
Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at December 3, 2005 08:18 AMMebbe you could take the time to put gas in your car?
:ducks and runs:
The middle of the night has always been my favorite time too. If only the rest of the world would let me operate on a schedule that let me see it more often without being so damn tired.
Posted by: Princess Cat at December 3, 2005 11:24 AM