I remember back in the day when I could sleep until noon on Saturdays with very little effort.
Then I had kids.
And those kids had no respect when it came to the true purpose of a Saturday morning. They were awake before the crack of dawn, full of energy and impatient to get going on whatever it was their little minds had planned. I couldn’t wait for the day when they would be old enough to understand that this is not how it works. That took a while. Then they grew up, left home, had their own kids, and now they are up before the crack of dawn. I love the circle of life. Teehee.
But there is a slight problem.
I can’t sleep past 7:00 am. As a matter of fact, most mornings I’m awake even earlier. Even on Saturdays. Like today – up at 6:15. What’s with that? Instead of enjoying the opportunity for some extra zzzz’s, I am writing a blog post.
I’m trying to think of what the lesson might be in all of this, but I am drawing a blank. That’s because it’s too early to be philosophical. Way too early.
I think I’ll go back to bed.
Inside the Writer 
From one of those children who didn’t understand… my kids were up by 6:30 this morning. Reminded me once again that I am NOT a morning person…
Ah, it does my heart good to read this, Tess! I truly do feel for you, but . . .
I was awake at five this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. My mind started going around and around a hundred different things. As I lay there, I told myself if I didn’t fall back to sleep by six, then six-thirty, I’d get up.
I fell back to sleep. And woke up just before eight.
I can’t help but think, subconsciously, we know we’re closer to our time coming to an end on this earth, so our minds and bodies want us to be up, so we can take advantage of every waking moment still available to us.
Just a theory.