I sometimes wonder what it feels like anymore. There was a time when I could have slept through a nuclear blast. Now, the slightest cough down the hall jolts me from my sleep. I push up out of bed with all that is within me most mornings, and thoughts of coffee swiftly make their way to the front of my mind.
At night, I long for it, but I also long to be awake with my husband – just the two of us. I want to enjoy sitting without the constant request for an Oscar-winning performance as Sally, a LEGO fire truck, or whatever random stuffed animal is nearby. All these characters come complete with nonstop dialogue in this house.
When naptime comes I want to steal a few minutes, but also long for some productivity at some point in my day.
I tell myself I will rest later.
Can anyone tell me when we change our clocks to later?