One fact about me: I love my sleep. No, I’m not one for taking naps — ever — and I’m not one of those people who can sleep in ’till noon. Honestly, I’m a relatively early riser, and 8am is extremely late for me when it comes to sleeping in. That said, my body apparently needs eight hours of sleep to function.
Once I’ve passed my ‘bed-time’, I shut down and my hands automatically begin searching for the nearest pillow. It’s like zombie mode turns on, and I have no idea who’s talking, where I am, or what day it is. I am fully aware of how far I need to drive or walk in order to reach my bed.
Case in point… Last night, after the Super Bowl party, my mom and sister started packing up a bunch of leftovers for me and Nate to take home. And waiting those few extra minutes for Tupperware containers to be found and then filled just seemed like an eternity. Exhaustion set in. And I started walking out the door, fully aware that my crock-pot was still sitting on their kitchen counter. Just too tired to care.
Yep, zombie mode.
Nate says that this is all really my fault. I wake up early every day (even on weekends) and then go, go, go. So when it’s time for bed, my body just kind of melts into the sheets and pillow.
When he and I first got married, I sighed one night after crawling into bed and muttered, “Sometimes, bed feels so good.” And he agreed. But now that I say it every night, and he now chimes in for amusement’s sake, it’s official. I’m just in love with my bed.
And why not? It’s warm, and comfortable, and the place where I can forget how busy my day had been while just sleeping off the exhaustion. What can I say? Sometimes, bed really does feel so good!
Do you need your eight hours of sleep every night? Or are you one of those people who can stay up really late and then still wake up feeling refreshed?