I LOVE sleep.
LOVE it.
On a good weekend, my wonderful husband will keep the kids occupied while I have a nice 5 hour nap, which, for me, is heavenly!
On a normal week/work day, I’ll get the mighty 7hrs worth of slumber, which is just not enough for me.
I’ll often plan my weekend around my naps.
Dinner and a movie at 6 ?
Nap at 12. Up around 4. Shower and be ready to go by 5:30 to arrive on time (I’ll blog about my obsession with being on time later)
Sleeping somewhere other than my bed ?
If I’m within driving distance (less than two hours) I’m driving home.
We’ve had a tempurpedic bed for over 5 years, and my body rejects sleep when it isn’t cushioned by memory foam.
It’s like cuddling a cloud.
Interrupt my sleep ?
You ever tried to wake a hibernating bear ?
If you want your face scratched, try it.
I feel as passionate about sleep, as I do about cake.
It's delicious.
Siesta ?
Sounds like a bit of a good time to me!
Inemuri ?
Nah.
I want to dream.
If we get into my dreams ?
Apparently, in my dream mind, I'm a professional fighter (clearly, reading this blog enlightens you to my aggressive nature) a model (HAHAHAHA) AND I'm pretty sure I can fly.
Man, I have the best flying dreams.
Sometimes I have to get a running start, but most times I can just push of the wall, like a tumble turn when you swim, and I'll take off.
Is there a job, where you sleep all day ?
A professional bed tester ?
Sounds like a bit of me.
2 comments:
This is exactly how I feel lately since I started this new early shift. I can't get used to it and all I want to do is sleeeeeeeep.
when you find that job let me know :) and your dreams sound impressive!
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