Night is my comfort. My pressure release valve. My day is filled with the bustle of mothering 3 kids, cleaning house, managing apartments, paying bills, cooking, shopping, and remembering every other detail of what needs to be done to keep things running smoothly. Night hold no a such pressure. The world is asleep and I am free to do whatever I want to do. Read, clean, blog, pay bills without interruption... the night is my own. Sometimes I think I am a little sick because I don't know how to go to bed at a decent hour. I haven't kept track, but I bet I could count on two hands the number of times I've gone to bed before midnight in the last several months. Most nights I go to bed somewhere between 1:00 and 2:30am. Seriously. Last week I fell asleep while I was putting Rohan to bed (around 9:00) and I woke up at about 2:30am. I am embarrassed to say that I was ANGRY. I was so mad. I felt robbed of my night of uninterrupted me-time. I should have been grateful because my body probably really needed more sleep, but I was just angry.
Maybe someday I can figure out how to satiate my need for quiet me-time in a healthier way, but for now, I'm a night owl in the most extreme sense of the word.
