Last week I read this post from the lovely Sarah. And I was jealous. Super jealous. Not of the water pictures or that cute little Lola (although they are all beautiful and adorable!) but of the part where she talked about rest. I had just gotten back from Dallas and as I mentioned last week I have become a little traveler lately. As I read her post sitting at work Monday morning I was exhausted. And I couldn’t remember a time when I wasn’t. That idea of rest and feeling rested was so far from me that I couldn’t glimpse even an idea of what that was like. OK fine. Maybe I’m being dramatic. But when it comes to sleep, I’m usually always dramatic. Since I was a little girl my mom has told me I was special when it comes to sleep and rest. That I need more than most people. And I believe she was on to something. Most 5 year olds were up at the crack of dawn. Not me. I could (and still can) sleep til noon.
|eating ice cream with mom in bed. per usual.|
But back to my sleep deprivation. These times in my life happen a few times a year. Times when I forget to schedule in sleep and rest and reality and just try to do it all. Don’t get me wrong, I loved every minute of my adventures and am so grateful for all of my memories made. But I was glad that the weekend ahead had no plans, because frankly I was tired. And the weekend did not disappoint. In fact, Hurricane Sandy made sure that no one around here was doing much of anything and that’s just how I like it. The weather was rainy, windy and gloomy and Matt and I took full-advantage of such wonderful weather. We ate, drank wine, slept and caught up on all of our favorite shows. A perfect weekend in my book. Lots of time. Time well wasted.