I was the worst about getting up in the morning from my very first kindergarten days. I never slept well and it was torture for me to wake up. Of course it wasn't until decades later that I realized how much torture it was for my mother. Sorry Mom!
'The Killer In Me'
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I'm not a parent, but I do remember being a teenager, and ISTR that teens need about 100 hours of sleep in any given 24-hour period.
I am cognizant that she's basically growing a whole new body without the benefit of dissolving into a goo within a cocoon. It's exhausting. And yet...when they sleep the day around it has adverse effects on mood.
I’m still the worst at getting up in the morning, though I no longer need to sleep until noon like a teenager. No matter what time I went to bed (though again, now going to bed much earlier than I used to). I just don’t want to wake up and it takes me a long while after waking up to really shake off the sleepies. This morning, I have failed that entirely despite coffee and walking the dog in the brisk morning air, so I’m hating Monday’s right now.
Happy birthday Vortex!!
Happy birthday Vortex!
I didn't sleep past 6 any day last week (and I really wanted to) so yesterday I basically refused to get up and did go back to sleep until NINE. It was very exciting for me, although I had started getting used to getting stuff done in the early mornings....
Happy birthday, Vortex!
Happy birthday, Vortex!
I've always been a morning person. Unfortunately, that doesn't always translate to falling asleep at a decent hour. I do miss that aspect of antidepressants—those knocked me out for a solid 8.
I can remember being a morning person. I have also been a late night person at times. Sometimes I feel crepuscular. These days I feel like there is no such thing as enough sleep and no time of day is particularly energetic for me. Having a second teenagerhood, perhaps.
I am cognizant that she's basically growing a whole new body without the benefit of dissolving into a goo within a cocoon.
Right now I would be down with dissolving into goo within a cocoon if it meant the new body came with less pain issues and a better back.
A million years ago I read a short story that postulated that menopause and whatever the parallel male thing is are interrupted forms of a transformation like unto dissolving into goo within a cocoon and within the story some environmental change made it possible to complete that change. I think about that a lot. If Intelligent Design were a real thing, something like that would probably happen.