Last night my body gave in.
I fell asleep at 11-11:30ish (which for me is early as of late)
See, I’ve almost had this sleep-deprived insomnia, for a bit, if you can believe it. And last night, while feeding a fussy baby (who awoke stuffy, which I suppose is why he was fussy last night, a forewarning, if you will), I closed my eyes. My husband closed his eyes. And we were asleep. Finally. Early.
Today, despite the rain, and the cold, I didn’t awaken needing coffee (yet). I awoke of my own power, not overtired, not in need of eleventy-billion more minutes. I’m awake. And rested.
7 hours of sleep. Wow!
Leave it to Friday the 13th, eh? 😉
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