I woke up tired.
But it was so worth it.
It was 2 A.M. when I turned the light off and rolled over to sleep for what I knew would only be about 4 hours.
I have been TRYING to sleep more because I am better on 7+ hours of sleep. I go, go, go all day, we put the kids to bed and then it's MY time. I hang out with my husband, watch some TV, browse Facebook and look at the schedule for summer swimming lessons for the kids. Before I know it, it is closing in on 11. Morning comes early.
Last night, again, I was convinced I was going to get a good night's sleep. I headed up at 10:30 to read a bit before bed. I was just going to read for a little bit...but 3.5 hours later, the book was finished. It was so good. I kept reading, waiting to get tired, but tired I did not get...I got more and more into the story and had to find out what happened. For those curious--it was The Hate You Give by Angie Thomas. By about 12:30, I knew I was finishing the book before I went to sleep. I went to bed knowing today would be a rough one but I felt satisfied and full of a good story...it was absolutely worth it.
That is the joy of reading--getting so caught up in a book that the clock doesn't matter. You HAVE to keep reading. You HAVE to find out what happens. That is the best.
This morning, as I made my sons breakfast, I told them how late I stayed up reading. I told them I read too much last night, and my eight-year-old with his eight-year-old wisdom said, "Mom, I thought you said there was no such thing as too much reading."
I stand corrected....by my eight-year-old.