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Thursday, October 7, 2010


I have been going to bed too late. When the little hand on the clock hits ten I always tell myself time for bed. But I don't move. Instead I sit there while the big hand moves its way around the clock. Each night it is getting a bit later. Five after, ten after, fifteen.

When I wake up in the morning it is an effort to drag myself out of bed. I'm tired.

Still, that time is mine. I can't give it up.


  1. Totally understand, though I have this terrible habit of staying up till midnight. I'm tired the next day, but I relish the time to myself after the kids are in bed.

  2. I love that time, but I go to bed after 11pm every night. Totally exhausted most days, but worth it to spend a couple hours with my hubby.

  3. I so understand. Me time means staying up late, past that 10 PM witching hour. I look at the clock after writing for a half hour and realize tomorrow is gonna suck, but loved every moment. I wish we could survive on less sleep!

  4. This is me every night. Only it happens at more like midnight. And I wonder why I'm cranky all the time.

  5. Sometimes having time to myself is more restorative than sleep.