I was telling Tony earlier that my sleeping habits are just so strange.
Just to clarify, sleeping IS one of my very favorite things. However, I fight it at night. I love my nights. With being a "single mom" most of the time, my only alone time is after the kids are in bed. And really, that's a very loose statement, because Emma is also a night owl and she loves to hang out with me at night. So, sometimes I only get an hour after Emma finally falls asleep to have some quiet time. And quiet time is something I treasure because I had SO much of it growing up. Being an only child and most of the time it was just my mom and I, our house was a very quiet place. We could nap when we wanted... whatever we wanted... because it was always very peaceful. It was great. I probably thought it was boring at the time, but now as an adult with two very LOUD children, I think... wow, those quiet days when I could just lay on my bed and read and watch a movie or nap whenever I wanted and not have any disruptive noises or people... needing (bothering) you... those were good days. ;)
So, at night, I fight sleep by knitting while watching tv or a movie in bed and then once I cut the light off, I turn the iPad on and read until my little eyes just cannot hold themselves open any longer. I love night time. I wish nights were much longer than they are. But oh well, I don't think that's anything that's ever going to change.
So, the past two mornings, I've woke up at 5am. Yesterday it was because Noah woke up sick, which makes me go from passed out to wide awake instantly (it's a mom thing, right?). And yesterday, I went back to sleep when he fell back asleep and slept for a few hours. It was great.
And again, today I woke up at 5 am for no reason and just couldn't go back asleep and here I sit... still awake. However, right now I would love a nap, but I can't because I have to go to an appointment I have at 11 am.
Most days, though, I go back to sleep after Emma goes to school just because I cannot stand to be awake between 7 and 9 am. Crazy, right? I told Tony I'm pretty sure it's just pure rebellion on the part of my brain from all those years of HAVING to wake up during those hours and hating every second of it. So now, I have to either wake up before 7 or well after 9 to be happy and want to stay awake.
I'm weird? Probably.
And a rebel.