rested.

Last week I read this post from the lovely Sarah.  And I was jealous.  Super jealous.  Not of the water pictures or that cute little Lola (although they are all beautiful and adorable!) but of the part where she talked about rest.  I had just gotten back from Dallas and as I mentioned last week I have become a little traveler lately.  As I read her post sitting at work Monday morning I was exhausted.  And I couldn’t remember a time when I wasn’t.  That idea of rest and feeling rested was so far from me that I couldn’t glimpse even an idea of what that was like.  OK fine.  Maybe I’m being dramatic.  But when it comes to sleep, I’m usually always dramatic.  Since I was a little girl my mom has told me I was special when it comes to sleep and rest.  That I need more than most people.  And I believe she was on to something.  Most 5 year olds were up at the crack of dawn.  Not me.  I could (and still can) sleep til noon. 

eating ice cream with mom in bed.  per usual. 

But back to my sleep deprivation.  These times in my life happen a few times a year.  Times when I forget to schedule in sleep and rest and reality and just try to do it all.  Don’t get me wrong, I loved every minute of my adventures and am so grateful for all of my memories made.  But I was glad that the weekend ahead had no plans, because frankly I was tired.  And the weekend did not disappoint.  In fact, Hurricane Sandy made sure that no one around here was doing much of anything and that’s just how I like it.  The weather was rainy, windy and gloomy and Matt and I took full-advantage of such wonderful weather.  We ate, drank wine, slept and caught up on all of our favorite shows.  A perfect weekend in my book.  Lots of time.  Time well wasted.