It’s 10:16 before I crawl out of bed the second time. Once the kids were off to school my enthusiasm to begin the day left with them. I crawled back under the warm covers and slept again until 10:16. This is not the morning of a go-getter.
I wake up and chide myself for this dangerous self-indulgence. This type of self-indulgence sings a siren song that calls me to itself. It is not productive or helpful. It leaves me feeling empty, used and useless. I should know better than to answer its call but this morning the comfort of a soft, warm bed was all that mattered.