Unless it's hot and then it sucks.
I like to sleep. I don't know why, but sleep has never been an issue for me. The hubby was asked recently by a sleep doctor (I have no idea what they are called, but they do those sleep studies and junk) if his "bed partner" noticed anything unusual about his sleeping habits. The answer was a resounding "no" because if the house fell down around me, I'd sleep through it.
I'd be one of those people totally screwed during a midnight tornado or other terrible disaster that involved waking up. Yet, if my child so much as winces in the middle of the night, my mommy radar alerts me. Thank god for primal instincts.
Lately, I've been ready for bed at 5pm. That's sorta an issue because people get hungry in my house, but lack the ability to really forage for their food. (or so they tell me)
There isn't really a point to this post, except that after my five hour nap, I'm ready for bed again. I'm sure this need for extra sleep is a by-product of stress, because lord knows it just keeps coming. But sleep-- it makes me happy. It makes me able to function. It keeps me nice and even.
So, good night, sweet world. I'm going to bed.