My idea of a good time is getting to bed before the clock hour strikes double digits. When I was working, my off weeks were a frantic rushing around trying to get as much done as possible before the next week of work picked up again. I would rarely get to bed before 11 much less before 10!
Now that life has slowed down significantly and the kids are in bed by 7 every night (thank you long school days!!) Keith and I are able to not only have more time together, but to crash into our bed like a couple of old geezers. The only reason I am not in bed right now is because I am forcing myself to blog. I LOVE being in bed early. Yes, there are many things I should be doing, but sleeping is so much more enjoyable, right? Right!
Now if only I can get my body to realize that 9 hours of sleep is good thing, and that waking up at 5 is not acceptable, and that it is not necessary to wake up to go to the bathroom every 4 hours. For goodness sakes, what does it take to get a solid 8 hours around here?
What's your guilty pleasure? Mine is obviously sleep!