Out of Synch
I am awake. I've been awake for a couple of hours now. I am out of synch with the rest of my household, and I hate it. I've been falling asleep "early" (by ten o'clock, sometimes earlier, times by which my eight year old is usually not even asleep), waking at three or four in the morning, forcing myself back to sleep until six or seven.
I should do something with these waking hours, and yet, the things I long to do are not very neighborly (I'm sure my neighbors would not appreciate me mowing the lawn at this hour) nor can I start running the garbage disposal and vacuuming without waking my night-owl family.
I spend these hours sitting, feeling like I'm spinning my wheels, waiting for traction. I wouldn't mind being awake in these quiet morning hours if I didn't also feel like I was wasting precious daylight hours, hours when my eyes are open and my brain engaged.
I should do something with these waking hours, and yet, the things I long to do are not very neighborly (I'm sure my neighbors would not appreciate me mowing the lawn at this hour) nor can I start running the garbage disposal and vacuuming without waking my night-owl family.
I spend these hours sitting, feeling like I'm spinning my wheels, waiting for traction. I wouldn't mind being awake in these quiet morning hours if I didn't also feel like I was wasting precious daylight hours, hours when my eyes are open and my brain engaged.
Those are the precious blog-surfing/catching up hours! Cherish them.