HouseGoesHome is getting harder and harder to publish by 7am … because I’m finding it harder and harder to get up early.
When I shared a bed with my husband, I’d slide out from under the sheets around 5am and slink to the the computer.
Nowadays, even if I wake around 6am, I snuggle under the doona and don’t want to rise.
And sometimes I snooze all the way through until 6.45am, which is remarkable for me.
It’s not just a snuggly winter thing.
It’s a loving-having-the-bed-to-myself thing.
It’s a feeling-more-relaxed thing.
It’s a new me thing.
So is all the glorious sleep. I spent at least seven years battling insomnia, but – knock on wood – the times I need chemical assistance are getting fewer and farther between.
The nightmare of narcolepsy got worse when my ex left – bursts of anxiety would wake me throughout the night. Even elephant tranquiliser style sleeping tablets only kept me unconscious for a few hours.
It was horrible.
I didn’t want to get up early this morning, but I’m working today. Yep, on a public holiday.
I figured – since I don’t have the kids – I might as well nose-to-the-grindstone. I DID NOT want to rise at 6.30am. I grumbled to myself as I pulled on my leopard-print fuzzy dressing gown and hauled the dogs out for a wee.
And I was greeted with the most glorious sunrise in my backyard. Suddenly I didn’t feel so snarly about been upright.
The new me is a bit of a romantic as well …
There are so many smiles … so many “ah, isn’t the world a glorious place?” moments these days.
It’s very distracting, but I quite love it.
What time do you get up in the morning?
Song of the day: George Harrison “Here comes the sun”