I took the day off from work on Thursday to watch the U.S. crash out of the World Cup. I had a busy night Wednesday and got to sleep late. I was so excited about the match, I couldn’t sleep in.
Time for a nap, right?
Not a chance, due to my poor planning.
I love sleep. Nothing feels better than curling up in a warm bed and drifting off. But something has changed about sleep as I get older. I generally wake up four or five times a night. I glance at the clock, figure out how much longer I have until I need to wake up, then fall right back asleep. I get a lot of sleep, but it is broken into smaller segments.
I probably should be more worried about my sleeping habits, but I don’t feel overly tired so I just let it slide. I actually should be mad because I have never had sleeping problems in the past.