It has only been in the last couple of years that I’ve realized that operating on a schedule is a good thing for me. I get to bed around the same time, I wake up around the same time, and I do things in general around the same time. While I’ve also admitted that this sometimes makes me feel a bit wallowy, it is generally a good thing.
I was reminded of that this morning when, through happenstance, my schedule was interrupted. My husband had to hit an early meeting this morning, and I dragged my corpse out of bed with him and the little one. And we’re not talking super-early, no – we’re talking a deviation of maybe half an hour. Maybe I was extra groggy to begin with, but I took the fact I was pretty much asleep atop my laptop as a cue to maybe get a tiny bit more kip. Four and a half hours later, and my day has been slept through – d’oh!
As one can probably surmise, I’m not terribly impressed with myself. Maybe I needed that sleep, and will find that getting to bed tonight will be relatively easy (I doubt that, as I’m running slightly insomniac right now anyways). More than likely, I will find myself fretting over the time lost, never mind I have been feeling rather empty and unsure how to fill up my time to distract me from that factoid. So maybe having skipped several hours will leave the time I have remaining today feeling more prosperous and meaningful? I should add that I’m not so wed to my schedule that there is no room for deviation. It merely means that important things, such as waking, sleeping and eating having fairly secure time slots. Unlike the beloved character Dr. Sheldon Cooper, I like to leave a lot of flex time in my schedule so that I can occasionally try out a different activity, though I’m hesitant to add too much to my rota. As my husband points out – I’m a little too all or nothing, so having a jam-packed day would quickly be worse than having nothing on.
So yeah, fingers crossed that the only ‘bad’ thing that comes out of today is the laundry not getting dried in a timely enough manner. 🙂