Let’s say, hypothetically, that someone wrote a profound and deeply spiritual blog post about getting up to spend time with Jesus at 5am and then slept until 7am this morning…
Okay, okay, it’s true. I did.
(And did I mention that I’m supposed to be at work by 8 and it takes me 35 minutes to get there? Yeah, it was one of those mornings.)
I debated about whether or not to share this because, you know, some of you might have a little bit of a delusional idea that I might have some part of my life together.
But in the end I decided that I just can’t keep anything from you so there it is. I bet the Proverbs 31 woman would not blog about such a thing and then oversleep. But she had servant girls so it’s really not a fair comparison.
Anyway, I’m not going to make excuses. Except I will say that my hubby left at 4am this morning. After he was gone I fell back asleep and the rest is history.
So even though I’ve already goofed it up, I’m committed. But I need help, serious help. So all of you morning people and converted night owls, leave me a comment and tell me what I need to do. Please.
(By the way, all of this sleep talk reminds me of a story. When I was a newlywed, my husband–the ultra morning person–used to tell me, “You can get up early. You’ll be fine!” I insisted that my hair would fall out or some other tragedy would occur if I got up a moment before it was really necessary. One morning he left for work early. My alarm went off, I got a shower, and was eating breakfast when the phone rang. My hubby asked, “Hey, whatcha doing?” I told him I was about to head out the door. He started laughing and then confessed to changing all the clocks in our apartment to an hour later. “See,” he said quite cheerily, “You can get up early.” Oh, I love that man, but it’s amazing he’s still alive.)
So if you don’t help me, I’ll have to ask Mark for assistance and he’s likely to take drastic measures again–like installing an eject button on my side of the bed. Let’s not give him the opportunity.
At this moment I’m feeling thankful for grace. And thankful for all of you lovely readers who don’t judge me. You’re not judging, right?
