1/2 a day.

12 hours.

That’s how long I’ve been asleep.

I got home around 5pm from housesitting at an AMAZING house (they are lucky I left- I seriously considered staying and making the two sons share a room). My plan was to grab a few things, check my email [it’s called an “addiction”], and head back to church for our once a month prayer service, FaceDown, at 6pm.

[Which, by the way, the sermon yesterday at RiverStone Church was AWESOME. As soon as it is up on our archaic website, I will send you there.]

Anyways, back to 5pm. So it was 5pm, I laid down on my bed for a minute to check ye old email, and next thing I knew, I was snoozling, and I had drooled my way to 7:45pm.

“Dang,” I thought, “I really wanted to go to FaceDown because they were praying for Summer Camp AND walking in your calling.”

Then I rolled over.

Woke up again at 11:00pm.

“Dang,” I thought, “Now I’m never going to be able to sleep tonight because I napped for 6 hours.”

Then I rolled over.

Woke up again at 4:30am.

At which point I decided that to roll over again would really be unnecessary. And honestly, with the family out of town and me having to be at school by 8am for post-planning, who knows what time the next natural wake up call would be. Not a risk I’m willing to take. Though it would have been an interesting experiment to know how long I can possibly sleep.

So I got up. Emptied the dishwasher, folded a load of clothes, emailed my mother, RSVPed to the rehearsal dinner and bridesmaid luncheon for THIS WEDDING, checked a load of blogs I like to read, read your sweet comments about RagamuffinTop Challenge, and wrote this here blog- all before 5:30am.

Nice.

Let's be friends!

Stay up to date with our weekly newsletter. It’s all things fun with Annie.
No spam we promise

Let's be friends!

Stay up to date with our weekly newsletter. It’s all things fun with Annie.