Before you start with “age is just a number” or “you are as young as you feel” sentiments, this is not a frame of mind but a series of factual events that leads me to this conclusion. I have been waking up in the 4:00 AM hour. Gasp.
You know how much I love and value sleep and my bed. And the only explanation I can come up with is that old age has set in and as a result I am destined to be up at 4:30 AM, eat at early bird buffet dinners and get life alert for when I have fallen and can’t get up. Way is rolling his eyes as I write this. Easy for him to say, he is younger than me.
I am trying to find the silver lining here. I could be very productive in the 6 hours before the kids wake up, I could exercise or even plan my day with a cup of HOT coffee. The reality is I stare at the clock every few minutes hoping I have fallen back to sleep. I refuse to get up and acknowledge the fact that I have awakened before it is absolutely necessary. Why is it now that I have the freedom in my schedule to sleep in, that my body is playing this horrible joke? It must be because I am old. Sigh. I know I should welcome the dawn of a new day but can’t I do it – say at 8:00 AM?
I am purposefully omitting a picture because no one should see what I look like at 4:00 AM.
