Draft Posts That Were Never Published: Sleep (2012)

Getting the right amount of sleep is an elusive goal. I find myself typing this journal at a time I would not normally type.

I am awake.

Shane is asleep.

Normally, I don't roll out of bed in the morning until Shane sings out his morning song. My ears tend to pick up his chant between 5:30 and 6. On a rare occasion, my son will permit me to stay under the covers until 6:30.

I find myself in the curious position of being awake, waiting for my son to awake at any moment, and thinking about sleep. I have always been 'inertia driven.' When I'm awake, I normally don't want to go to sleep. I can always find something interesting to do. Maybe it goes with being ADHD, but I'm easily entertained. When I'm asleep, I never want to wake up. I can function easily on 6 or less hours, but I do not rouse willingly. As a teenager, I remember I could sleep for ten hours, be woken up by any number of reasons (an unapproving Nana, an alarm clock, visiting cousins, etc), and then roll over and go back to sleep.

.....and then I started to relate to something about Grandpa Vern's ability to nap because, of "clean living and a clear conscience." I'm honestly, not sure where I was going with it.

I'm glad that I average more than 6 hours of sleep a night now. Maybe that makes me more sane. I probably average a little over 7 hours now.