Apparently, was last Thursday, January 3rd. There’s not much history on this holiday, but any day dedicated to catching up on sleep is worth celebrating.
I did not participate in the shuteye fest. Even if the opportunity was presented, I don’t think I’d qualify for a Festival of Sleep. To qualify you’d actually have to sleep. And well, my three year old son makes sure that doesn’t happen.
For those who did have the luxury of joining the festivities, they committed to snoozing a full nine hours. Some even took naps in their cubicles. Call me jealous. Call me crazy. But since having kids, I can’t imagine getting six consecutive hours of sleep much less nine.
My crowded bed is to blame.
Layers of blankets and pillows are not the only reason. My bed has been taken over by little people. Every single night for the last seven years there’s been a kid in my bed. Maybe even a stuffed animal or two. At this point, I’m used to all the overlapping.
But what I cannot come to terms with is a blanket stealer. I like my blankets. Love feeling wrapped up and snuggled in warmth. So does my daughter. Lately, we’ve been playing tug-of-war in bed. Covers on. Covers off. No win in sight. I inevitably surrender and spend a larger portion of the night uncovered.
This situation doesn’t bode well for someone who shivers below sixty.
Most of you know that I live on the West Coast. This means I walk around in flip flops two thirds of the year. But when it comes to bedtime, the mild temps have no bearing on whether blankets are warranted or not. Rain or shine, covers are a must. During summer I still use a light blanket to cover at least half my body. I know. I’m a wimp.
The point is, instead of taking a to see if my sleep smarts make the grade, I am obsessing over my covers. The fact that I’m sleep deprived is inconsequential. I just want my blankets back.
How about you? Covers on or off?
* P.S. Don’t fret if you’ve missed January’s slumber fest. There is another one coming up July 27th. National Sleepy Head Day, a day set aside to wake the last person sleeping in the house with WATER. I can’t imagine this holiday going over well in my home.