December 3, 2014 by Amy

Why I didn’t get up this morning

I didn’t get up and write this morning, mainly because I didn’t sleep very much last night. I fell asleep fine, except that it was in my favorite chair between the fireplace and the Christmas tree and not in bed. Then, when I woke up, I made the mistake of checking my phone (email, Facebook, Instagram, etc.), having a brief conversation with M, and then puttering around instead of going in and sacking out. By the time I made it into the actual bed, I was wide awake. And I stayed that way for hours.

I eventually stopped trying to sleep and used my new Amazon Prime account to stream the next Doctor Who episode. I was tempted to just keep going, binge watching, but I made myself put the device down. It didn’t help. I laid there and thought about all the shit I need to do before this weekend, which caused me to grab the phone yet again and check some things on-line. I’m not sure what time I finally fell asleep, but I know it was well past 1. That meant that when the alarm went off at 5:45, I just turned it off entirely. I knew that Zoe would end up in our bed, and that he alarm at 6:30 would wake both of us. Only that didn’t quite happen, either. My subconscious heard her alarm going off in the other room, but my conscious resolutely refused to budge and it took M nudging both of us to get us up and moving.

So I didn’t write this morning. I’m lucky I made it to work this morning.

We had our Christmas Boutique today. I wiped out a few gifts, adding to my “purchased” list that started with the Amazon Prime membership this week. Huge dent in the gift purchases already this year, which puts me about 2.5 weeks ahead of last year. I even got my Christmas cards designed and ordered; they should be ready for pick up tomorrow. I saw on my account page that last year I ordered them on December 17. I’m feeling pretty good about being ahead of the game this year.

Now I’m off to lead a Girl Scout Brownie meeting, which means by 5 p.m. I will have hit a wall of exhaustion like no other, ears bleeding, feet aching. The girls are worth it, but I sure am glad I have so much done in advance so I can relax at home tonight and not fret over what still needs to be done.

And maybe, just maybe, I can go to bed on time and get up on time and actually write something, anything, of relevance.