This is becoming a habit, a bad habit. I find myself awake at 3am each morning. Why is this body so quick to add this new wake up call? I was finally becoming able to sleep through the night without getting up to go to the bathroom. Then the granddaughters came for a visit, and I wanted to check on them in the middle of the night. It was cold. I wanted them covered. So I woke myself up in the middle of the night for them. My sleep pattern was altered and I am having a difficult time getting back to a night of full sleep.
Not that I am not using this time wisely. Like the other night, during those quiet, dark moments I was inspired to rearrange lessons in order to fit in a stem activity on snow shoes. No sense wasting all this snow. Sometimes I use this reprieve from sleep to pray, or count in French, or rehash the past day and plan the next day. Sometimes I try to control my breathing, or relax different parts of my body. Most of the time I worry. Why do things always seem worse in the middle of the night? I just want a couple more houts of sleep. If I didn’t have to work the next day, maybe I would sit up and read. Equally bad is when you do fall back to sleep soundly and the annoying alarm shakes you out of your dreams. I like being able to sleep through the night, so I hope I can retrain myself soon.