It’s Saturday night, 8:46pm and I am dreaming of bed. I love sleep. I am more of a night person then a morning person. I hate mornings. I hate them with a passion. I like being up as the sun is rising… then going to bed.. not getting up as the sun is rising.
As of the week I returned back to work I have been going to bed about 9pm on average. I get up at 5am every (week)day; really sucks, I know; I don’t sleep well when I go to bed at 9pm. I toss and turn for quite a while which makes Mike have dreadful thoughts of murder and torture. Going to bed later, I’m a zombie in the morning. I just can’t win. And the worst part? If my feet are cold I CANNOT fall asleep until they’ve warmed.
I have never ever liked wearing socks, and wearing them to bed? The thought of it just made me cringe; like pulling a wookie from the drain. One night I was dead-beat tired and went to bed with my clothes on (as opposed to changing to pajamas you perverts) and had socks on. I think I had one of the best nights sleep I’ve had in years. I attribute it to the socks. Thank you socks.
So I have been trying a little experiment. Like my boss always says “It’s not rocket science”, but it’s an investigation per say. I have been picking random nights to sleep with socks on. Once I get over the initial cringe of having socks on, I sleep better. Really, I do. But, I also sleep so much better that I sleep in and am late those days. Weird? I do believe so. Still the socks? I dunno.
I feel like I may wear socks tonight.
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