"You go wake her up."
"NO, YOU go wake her up."
I can only imagine this conversation as I was sleeping, blissfully unaware of my siblings bickering over who was going to tiptoe into my room to wake me up.
I love to sleep and it shouldn't be a secret to those who really know me. And for those of you who don't, I LOVE TO SLEEP! I had always thought that I should be embarrassed by the fact that I could sleep in until 10 or 11 if allowed. I was reading an article in my Real Simple magazine and the author is the same way! I felt like I was given permission to sleep.
Please don't imagine that I can't get up because I do, everyday at about 5am. I am a classic night owl and would love to go to bed about 1am and get up about 11 or 12 with no feelings of guilt. Once I am up, I am fine but getting up is another story. When the alarm rings, I hate everything. Life, Work, The Alarm Clock, Little Puppies. I have to get up so I do because I am a responsible adult. But sometimes, after Seminary, when I don't have to go to work I go back to bed. Oh the wondrous sleep I get after Seminary. Bundled up against the cold and blissfully unaware of the goings on of the outside world.
When RCH and I were in High School we often imagined that we would establish a community of Night Owls. Bookstores would be open only at night as would grocery stores and every other kind of store. Schools would start about noon and get out at four. There would be no going to bed early or getting up early. It would be the perfect world. Then we grew up.
Going back to the title of this post, I am the sleeping dragon if you wake me up in the wrong way. There is a right way and a wrong way to wake me up. Maybe I'll write about that sometime.