Go to sleep earlier.

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.

Wow.

which I’ll really need today!

made me able to tackle many difficult tasks today.
Hooray!

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.

AHEM.