What is wrong with me? It's not like Daddy Goose and I are up doing something productive. We watch our favorite DVR'd programs, we pause said shows 1500 times to discuss the crazy things that happened during the day or we play slot machine games on our phones while cuddling next to each other on the couch and celebrating each others' big "wins." (Don't worry it isn't for real money.)
Yet, we can't seem to get all of this productivity accomplished prior to the date changing on the calendar. Part of it is Daddy Goose's late work schedule and part of it is that we lose track of time when we are together. The latter, is a great problem to have after being together as long as we have...so no complaints about that here.
Here's the thing, my goslings do not care what time I go to sleep. They will be up between 8:30 a.m. and 9:00 a.m. They will be ready for the day, regardless of my alertness. Never in a million, zillion years did I think I'd be one of those people who's first thought as they step out of bed is about coffee. Yet, here I am in my mid-30s and I am that person. Daddy Goose and I are like zombies getting out of bed, risen by our goslings or the blaring alarm clock. I'm sure mornings are a sight. In fact, one of Brother Goose's favorite activities is to "push" Daddy Goose out of bed in the morning.
- When will I learn that 10:00 p.m. is a better bedtime for me?
- Will staying up this late end up causing long term problems for me? How will I know? Will I be too tired to realize the problems?
- How do I train myself to go to bed earlier? By the way...that was sort of a rhetorical question, I know the science behind going to be earlier.
- I guess the better question is not how to train myself to go to bed earlier, but when will I train myself to go to bed earlier?
~ Momma Goose