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.
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