I can’t believe I slept until 11 AM this morning. What has come over me? I used to be up at 5 o’clock sharp and on the Interstate headed for town by 6 o’clock. At 11 o’clock, I would be eating lunch. I thought my watch was wrong when I looked at the time. But if it was wrong, the clock had the same problem.
How much sleep do we really need? Am I simply catching up on the sleep I have missed? I’ve heard that there is no such thing as catching up on sleep. Once you miss sleep, it is gone and you can’t get it back. This may be true, but after a period of sleep deprivation, we must be more tired than we would normally be and hence inclined to catch a few more Z’s when we have the chance.
he problem is I’ve not had any sleep deprivation lately. I’ve been getting up at 8:00 or 8:30 naturally, without an alarm clock to force me into consciousness. I suspect what is happening is that I am becoming lazy, lying in bed sleeping when I could be doing other things.
Once in la-la land, it is difficult to enter the land of consciousness again. The bed is so warm and snug, it lulls you into staying there whether there are other things to do or not. I did more physical work than usual yesterday. Maybe that contributed to my unusual tiredness this morning. It is easy to lie to myself when I want to convince myself that I am justified in sleeping all day.
If I have to go somewhere, I wake up and get ready. For example, when I had to go to the doctor the other day, I was up early and ready in plenty of time. But, when you have no particular reason to get up early, what does it matter if you don’t?
I am afraid that I will develop the habit of staying up late at night, and being sleepy the next day. It really is easy to stay in bed late. Should I force myself to go to bed at a certain time and wake up at a certain time whether I need to or not?
Is laziness really sleeping late or not doing what you know you should be doing? I try to accomplish something every day, some small project in addition to the regular chores of daily life. That way I do not feel that the day is wasted even if I do sleep late.
I’m afraid that I will fall into bad habits. Why get up when you don’t have to? Why worry about how you look when no one will see you? Why clean the house or work in the yard? Of course, even if no one else knows, I do and that should be incentive enough, shouldn’t it?
There is no reason to panic just because I had a bad day and slept late one time. The world did not end, the sky did not fall, and the roof did not cave in. In fact, I am probably the only one that noticed. So, thinking of it in that way, who cares?
I may just sleep late again in the morning. After so many years of getting up early, maybe I’m entitled to become a bit lazy. Maybe that is one of the luxuries of retirement?
Copyright 2014 Sheila Moss