It's Friday for another week. is it just me or do Fridays roll around really fast?
In celebration of Fridays (and the survival of another work week) I play a little linky party called Favourite Things Friday and you can play right along too . Just write a post about one of your favourites and link it up and we can share the things we adore.
Having endured 4 months of the weirdest sleep patterns in the universe , I have to say my favourite thing this week has been sleeping my kind of "normal" again.
I have to say I wish this was my bed but I pilfered the photo from here.
I don't need a lot of sleep and I've always been an early riser (with the exception of my early 20's when I was often only just making it home at waking up time and would consequently sleep all day). When I wake up I'm ready to face the day almost immediately, albeit in my pyjamas. There is no gentle gradual awakening for me. I'm asleep one moment- and bam! awake the next. I do my best thinking right after I wake up too. This is the time when I often solve problems like world peace, what we're having for dinner next Tuesday and how the universe was created.
Unless I fell asleep at 9 pm and wake at 3 am. At that time of the morning it seems I'm incapable of any thought aside from 'What the hell am I doing awake at this hour of the night" . Because ladies and gentlemen - 3 am truly is the middle of the night no matter which way you look at it. And when you wake at 3 am it's not like you can get up and actually do anything because the rest of the house is asleep, like normal people should be.
I'm a midnight go to bed kind of gal because that means at 6 am I'll be awake and ready to think a billion thoughts while I contemplate my day. After 6 hours of sleep (punctured by the dulcet tones of Mr. P's freight train snoring ) I can get in an hour or two of alone and quiet time during which I drink at least two cups of coffee, spend an hour or so seeing what you all got up to since I was here last and then jump into my day.
We tend to underestimate the importance of sleep. And it's usually one of the first things affected when we're under stress. So, from a girl who has spent the last week actually waking at a normal hour for the first time since April I have to say my favourite thing this week is actually sleeping like a normal person. In a bed. At a regular time. Hallelujah!