You guys, I think I'm turning into my dad.
Now, I love my dad, but I don't want to be the person who sleeps until 8:45 AM on a Saturday morning and then thinks to myself "Oh my gosh, I'm soooo lazy!"
I mean, seriously? A month ago, I would sleep in that late on a workday. Funny how that attitude changes so quickly, at least for me. I would have gotten up earlier if Cabeza or A$ were going to be at the gym today, but I was on my own this morning and it was nice to sleep in a little after getting to bed so late last night. (So late = 11 PM.)
Later today, I turned into the person who thinks "Guh. I've only worked out today, had a protein shake, fixed a pair of shorts, and showered/dressed? That's it!?"
Friends, it was noon-thirty. Really, there was still plenty of time left in the diem to be carpe'd.
Tonight, I'm going bowling for a birthday celebration. I'm actually worried that I'm not going to make it the entire evening, because we're not going until 10 PM, which is my goal bedtime most days. In fact, I haven't been out that late (as a starting time) since I started being a morning person, but in the 26 years and 9 months previous, I'd be all over going out that late. (Granted, during 18 of those years, I did require parental permission.) And after a lower body weightlifting session this morning, my first shift on my feet for 5 hours at The Dairy Godmother (for fun and extra clams) this afternoon, and bowling tonight? I'll be lucky if I'm able to move tomorrow.
Please send a foot masseuse, and don't mind the girl sleeping in lane 9.
Now, I love my dad, but I don't want to be the person who sleeps until 8:45 AM on a Saturday morning and then thinks to myself "Oh my gosh, I'm soooo lazy!"
I mean, seriously? A month ago, I would sleep in that late on a workday. Funny how that attitude changes so quickly, at least for me. I would have gotten up earlier if Cabeza or A$ were going to be at the gym today, but I was on my own this morning and it was nice to sleep in a little after getting to bed so late last night. (So late = 11 PM.)
Later today, I turned into the person who thinks "Guh. I've only worked out today, had a protein shake, fixed a pair of shorts, and showered/dressed? That's it!?"
Friends, it was noon-thirty. Really, there was still plenty of time left in the diem to be carpe'd.
Tonight, I'm going bowling for a birthday celebration. I'm actually worried that I'm not going to make it the entire evening, because we're not going until 10 PM, which is my goal bedtime most days. In fact, I haven't been out that late (as a starting time) since I started being a morning person, but in the 26 years and 9 months previous, I'd be all over going out that late. (Granted, during 18 of those years, I did require parental permission.) And after a lower body weightlifting session this morning, my first shift on my feet for 5 hours at The Dairy Godmother (for fun and extra clams) this afternoon, and bowling tonight? I'll be lucky if I'm able to move tomorrow.
Please send a foot masseuse, and don't mind the girl sleeping in lane 9.
1 comment:
I love to stay up late and I hate getting up. Over the years I have faught with the power of the bed.
I don't do mornings well; but in my later years I am doing better. I do get up and send my husband off with a breakfast and lunch.
I was good about getting up early when my children were at home; but I still love to sleep in. Thanks for your thoughts. LeAnn
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