I have a pet peeve that is probably childish and oversensitive (what pet peeves aren’t). It drives me crazy when people say that I or my husband ‘slept in” because we didn’t get up at the crack of dawn or whenever they deem appropriate. I admit, I used to be one of those people but when you meet and grow in love with someone who works third shift, you no longer see sleeping until 5 pm as “sleeping in.” I learned a new definition of sleeping in and that is “getting to sleep longer and more deeply than usual.” Just like now that we are both pretty much on a second-shift schedule, going to bed between 2 and 3 am and getting up around 8 or 9 is not sleeping in. That’s only six hours of sleep, folks.
So, on to my simple joy for the day. I actually got to sleep in today. By my own definition, I mean. I slept a little bit in the front room before actually going to bed then I slept an additional 6.5 hours for a total of I think about 8 or 9 hours.
It felt like heaven.
