I have such a great family. My parents sent another care package from home containing easter crafts and chocolates. I am surrounded by so much love, even though they live in another country, we stay in touch as if they lived around the corner. Right away, I started building my easter cookie house and stuffing my face with Kit Kats, Cadbury Cream Eggs, and chocolate bunnies. Not sure why I made a weirdo face while holding the parcel, I blame it on excitement as to what is inside.
Despite me turning 25 this summer, I still enjoy my favourite activities from childhood. Clearly, as you see above. In the box was also the supplies to paint easter eggs. I couldn’t justify boiling the eggs and then just throwing them out afterwards- too much of a waste for me. So I carefully poked holes in the bottom and to get the egg out, and then cleaned the shells. Lets just say the Artist was eating lots of eggs for breakfast, as I don’t like eggs like that. After I had a bunch, I got to work. Funnest easter craft ever. Throwing them out, and taking down all my easter decorations was so depressing. Especially tossing my eggshells. Sigh.
Just to add to my love for old childhood activities, during a thunderstorm the other day I put on my Dumbledore’s Army pin and watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire with a bowl of popcorn. I even have the old fashioned air popper, so it’s a healthy snack, yet still has the nostalgia of the classic snack my mother used to make.
I do have an abnormal obsession with dark afternoons, there is just something about a good rain/thunder/lightning storm that is soothing to me. There were several days in a row a weeks ago of thunderstorms, rain, and the darkest afternoons I have ever experienced. There was even a tornado, with the sirens going off and everything. It occurred in the wee hours of the morning, really close to where we live, and I slept through the entire thing- sirens and all. It was by far the best sleep I have ever had- ever. Just thinking about it makes me feel happy and refreshed. I love to sleep. I have never had problems falling asleep or staying asleep. But I do have issues with waking up, and not getting enough sleep. Every morning, for the duration of my entire life, is a struggle. Waking up is almost a little traumatizing, I need lots of time to slowly make the transition. Showering immediately is out of the question. Which is why I have been an evening showerer since I was a kid. Whenever I tell people that I need at least 8 hours a night of good, deep sleep just to function, they usually laugh. Then when I tell them that 9 hours is what I prefer because I feel so energized, they usually give me a strange look, eye roll, or head shake, and then proceed to tell me about how they don’t have time for that- that they get 5 or 6 hours a night.
I simply can’t handle that. If I get 5 or 6 hours of sleep, I feel like I have a hangover combined with the flu, combined with being hit my a moving vehicle. And everyone says they just push through it, and go about their day. But I feel lethargic, my brain is foggy, I can’t think or focus despite my maximum efforts, and stare into space all day. If this is the case for me, why should I live like that? In terms of “not having the time or sleep that much”, I would rather leave the dishes and laundry until another time and take care of my body and brain, and sleep. Housework will be there tomorrow. Walking around only half there all day is no fun, I want to enjoy the day and be fully present and feeling vibrant and full of energy. So I guess you could say, sleep is important to me. It is a priority. And since I have started making the time and effort to get 8-9 hours a night, I have energy to go to the gym (and sleep is important for muscle recovery), I enjoy everything so much more, like cooking and cleaning and grocery shopping, and even watching TV is more fun because I am not zoning out, I am actually watching, and laughing, and engaging. My skin is clearer, and dark circles around my eyes are minimal. I feel more motivated to eat healthy, nutritious foods, and go out and about doing fun things and experiencing the city.
And I love snuggling into our soft bed, with cozy blankets, all comfy, snuggled up with the Artist’s arm around me as we chit chat before drifting off, is a fun little excerpt of quality time together.
To summarize: I refuse to walk around like a grumpy zombie all day because I didn’t get enough sleep. I want to feel energized and enjoy every day as it comes. Because you never know what tomorrow will bring.