I usually wake early. I’ve naturally done so most of my life. Getting used to waking up at 6-7 am with an alarm. Meaning I wake up around that time on days off.
Which I did this morning. After going to the toilet, I thought I’d rest my eyes a bit longer. Possibly to wake an hour later, hearing my mother-in-law go to work.
When I woke, I heard the washing machine, expecting to hear my mother-in-law to leave for work. I woke my other half. We chatted for a bit and then got up.
At this point I was getting worried for my mother-in-law. I then looked at the time to see it was 10 a.m. I couldn’t believe it. 8:30 possibly 9 a.m has been the latest I’ve ever woken.
I was gobsmacked. My first thought was “what’s wrong with me?” I took a quick moment to pause. I begun to think “I’ve been up by 7:30 all week and an earlier morning one of the days. Even yesterday on my full day off due to taking my car to the garage. Maybe I actually needed to sleep. Surely I would have woke earlier if I needed to?”
I had two and a half hours before I had to leave the house. Pausing helped me to calm down. Usually on a Saturday morning, even if it was 8 am, I wake and tend to feel anxious about not having enough time before we have to leave to take my other half to work.
I didn’t feel that way as much. Don’t get me wrong. I did have a bit of tunnel vision when doing the things this morning. Having a list in my head of what needs doing and what I would liked to have had done. I think I did well.
We got what needed doing done. My other half was at work on time. It’s a shame I couldn’t attempt a bath but there’s always next week.