Beware, It Comes

So last night I made a choice about staying up too late.

It was fun staying up late. I chatted with my friend, we sang hymns with enough people for a four part harmony (despite the fact that three of of were girls), and then Kyle and I stayed up with youngest SIL chatting until Kyle looked at his watch and said, “Um…it’s about 4 am. We should probably go to bed.” I had known it was late, but really? 4 am? Youngest SIL said that it was like a sleep over.

I haven’t seen 4 am since…since…high school? Waking up at the butt-crack of dawn to cook Valley Chicken for a fund raiser? I became a boring married person for a reason! I like my sleep! I thrive on routine and a regular sleep pattern–it’s good for my soul. I enjoy never getting up earlier than 7 am, and never staying up much past midnight. It makes for a not cranky Eliza, and I personally rather enjoy being a not cranky Eliza.

I’d like to think Kyle enjoys me being a not cranky Eliza, too, but I’ll put that statement on hold until I have further confirmation.

I don’t regret why I stayed up late, but it did make me a zombie today.

Beware, the apocalypse cometh. And it begins with sleep deprivation. (Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun.)


4 thoughts on “Beware, It Comes

  1. This summer, it’s happened to me three times:
    1. When my sister in law and her husband stayed at our house, and the four of us stayed up talking about lots of interesting things until 4:30 (just like a sleep over!)
    2. When I was reading the hunger games
    3. When I was reading east of eden
    bad choices, bad choices (the reading, not the SIL sleep over)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s