SLEEP. I am talking about perfect temperature. Clean sheets. Perfect pillows. PJs which are not too tight, not too warm, and won't give wedgies. (by the way...as much as I love dresses and skirts, I DO NOT LIKE nightgowns. They ride up while I sleep and then I feel like my butt is hanging out and I do not like the idea of accidentally mooning my kids if they walk into my room, so I stick to PJ bottoms.) No TV blaring, no radio, just the whir of a fan, me and my bed. No alarm clock, no bad dreams, no reason to get up in the morning except my natural body clock waking me when I'm good and ready. I...LOVE...SLEEP. I tend to feel sorry for people who tell me they only need 4 to 5 hours of sleep per night. Pity, really. Beds are warm and comfy and so pleasant. If I were any animal, I'd be a cat. They sleep a lot. I envy them.
I am grateful for evenings when I get to fall asleep in my husband's warm arms. I'm also grateful for the nights when he's not here, and I get the bed (and remote) to myself. I am so blessed that I don't tend to suffer with insomnia. But on the nights that I have, I can completely relate to those who suffer with it on a regular basis. I really love my daily schedule which allows me to get into bed by 10pm for the most part. When I talk to people who brag about staying up until 4am, I'm not jealous. I wonder what's wrong with them. I figure if someone is up at 4am, they either have a newborn, or a crack addiction. Or a 3rd shift job.
Last night was one of those nights when I actually prepared for a good night of sleep. Mr. R finally left on a run to NC (phew...it's getting tight around here again.) I fluffed the sheets. Rearranged pillows. My kids had no school today (standardized testing for grades other than theirs, so I kept them home instead of sending them in to school so they can sit in one classroom for five hours being quiet.) So I didn't set my alarm. Instead, I rolled over, went to sleep, and woke up on my own at about 6:30. I had about 8.5 hours of uninterrupted sleep. It was heavenly!