I woke up today and looked at the clock. 8:22? I slept in! I feel great! I wonder why my baby chose today to sleep an extra hour, but I don’t mind- I”ll take it, no questions asked.
I hop out of bed a little quicker, a little extra “spring” in my step. Aaah. I feel so refreshed. I actually got to sleep until after 8! I haven’t felt this rested in a long time. It’s amazing what an extra hour of sleep can do.
The house was quiet. My husband and 3 year old weren’t home- wow, so cool. They let me get a little extra sleep since the baby was still sleeping and they knew I needed it. Love them!
I held onto this glow as I changed my baby’s diaper, brushed my teeth, and turned on the hot water for tea. Then I looked at the clock on the oven. 7:26?
What? I’m confused.
Then it hit me, and I was crestfallen. I called my husband. “Did we spring forward?” Instantly I felt robbed of that extra hour of sleep.
And exhausted.
This taught me two things.
- I am blissfully unaware of the world outside of my “small children” bubble, and
- Thoughts are powerful.
So is my clock. And tomorrow I plan to wake up and greet the day cheerfully no matter what it says.
