Well, it must be that the move to the other bedroom has upset my intention to sleep through the night, because all I managed were four hours of uninterrupted sleep. On the other hand, Tyke seems to like sleeping in this room very much, because he was amazingly settled down and did not move from the bed the whole time. He snored his little heart out while he was cozily tucked up against me.
I will not worry too much about getting up now, and messing up my well intended schedule, and try it all over again tomorrow night. It's impossible to be perfect all the time. If I am it some of the time, then that is good enough. Oh, let's face it, I don't even come close to being perfect. If I said I did, I would be a complete liar, and on the day I was, we would all have to hang out the flag and celebrate.
I suppose there was a time when I thought it was very important to be perfect and when that was my primary goal in life. I assume I had chosen some standard of what 'perfect' was and tried to live up to that every moment of the day. It was very debilitating and left me exhausted. I would not recommend it to anyone and if you feel you want to be, I recommend you stop trying to be right now.
I better stop sounding like a wise old woman before I start believing I am one myself. I have lots to learn yet on this path that we call so nonchalantly, 'life.'
I look forward to the day and can't wait for it to be dawn, although I suppose that I must sleep a few more hours. My body will tell me when it gets tired again and then I will go back to bed, which turned out to be amazingly comfortable and I had not expected that, so that is a bonus. At least it wasn't because of the mattress that I woke up too soon. Tyke can attest to that.
In another hour, the first birds will start to sing. They are the most optimistic ones and I welcome their song. It is one of the nicest elements of this time of the year, plus the fact that it gets light so early. It gives you al sorts of willingness to get the day started and make something good of it. That is much harder to do on a silent, dark morning in the wintertime.
And now I am going to pour myself a tall glass of cold apple juice and quench my everlasting thirst.