You know those people that spring out of bed in the morning? The people who zip around like energizer bunnies with Adderall addictions after only 4 hours of sleep. What the hell is their problem? I mean, really. This whole “I’ll sleep when I’m dead “crap really irritates me. No, you won’t; you’ll be dead. The blissful, snuggled in, completely relaxed, having dreams about being Brad Pitts teenage nanny (who he just can’t keep his hands off) and then Angelina comes in and she’s mad at first but…uh, where was I? Oh, right, well that’s over when you kick the bucket. No warm bed – dirt.
The “life is too short to sleep it away” nonsense doesn’t wash with me either. Life is too short to race around being stressed and worrying that there aren’t enough hours in the day. There are plenty of hours perfectly suited to sleeping. Right after The Voice and straight through to bladder’s-nearly-bursting hour. It’s a real time, trust me. A good 12 to 14 hours should suffice. More on weekends. Hell, why even get out of bed Saturday? If you’re sleeping you don’t feel hungry and if you don’t eat or drink you won’t need the washroom. Fool proof plan if you ask me.
Ask any bear, hibernation is where it’s at.
Of course this is all wishful thinking from a women who has teenage boys, two businesses and a genetic pre-disposition for stress induced insomnia. A girl can dream can’t she.
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