I’m a binge booker, it seems, and my problem centers around putting a book down once I have picked it up.
I made the rookie mistake last night of picking up a long-awaited book from the library. Oh, silly me.
I didn’t go to sleep until one a.m., and I didn’t even have any idea how much time had passed. I had to wake up at 4:15 this morning to start my business trip, and so now I’m
d r a g g i n g.
When will I learn?
8 hours sleep,
I was still exhausted when I woke up today, and fell back asleep for over an hour after the kids left at 7:30.
I think I need more sleep than I realize, and I think I’ve been operating under a great deficit- so much that even after going to sleep for 8 hours a night for three nights in a row, I still need more.
which I’ll really need today!
made me able to tackle many difficult tasks today.
I was seduced into reading the rest of Pride and Prejudice last night instead of going to bed at a decent hour.
This is truly my vice- my inability to put down a good book.
I waste time at night doing trivial things rather than going to sleep, and then I suffer for it the next day.
I have to keep this goal at the forefront, since I know it affects all other goals.
I have shifted to more book-reading than web-surfing because it is more relaxing for me (not to mention a much more edifying use of my time).
However, I am much more adept at putting the computer away than I am at putting a book down. Last night, I rationalized and bargained myself to read a little more, a little more, just a little more!
Then it was 2 a.m., and I still didn’t put the book down until I read the last page. (It was an incredible book, but come on, rosewilder!)
I know I have this problem with stopping books in the middle, and staying up too late. I also know I need my sleep, or my mental, emotional, and physical health suffers.
I need some self-discipline here!
At 5 a.m., I was woken up by Frog’s alarm clock.
I dozed a little afterwards, but then I was woken up by the alarm CAT.
(I can not believe how mewy she gets. I had to lift her cat highness up to Frogette’s top bunk so she would stop the pitiful noise.)
When I finally got back to sleep, Tadpole decided that it would be fun to wake up super early and sing “Albuquerque is a Turkey” 27 times in a row- LOUDLY.
I can’t assume I am going to sleep until my alarm goes off every morning, not with an early commuting husband, a preschooler, and a noisy, needy cat. Therefore, I am going to have to start going to bed much earlier. Earlier than I thought was early enough.
I’m paying for my futzing around last night this morning!
I should go to bed by 11:00 every night, but for now, I’ll start slow.
I commit to lights out by 11:30 every night this week.
This would be a very good idea.