Sleep In

Sleep used to be so easy when I was young. Now if I sleep in it’s to some ridiculous hour like 7 AM. That seems late. Staying in bed until all hours is not on my agenda at all. That’s why I was so surprised when I woke up and looked at the clock. . . .

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

2 thoughts on “Sleep In”

  1. To Dan, sleeping in meant hitting snooze a few times. But over the past six months, that was one of the small luxuries that had died, too. Now in the early mornings, Derek and David would run in their footed pjs to his bed crying, “Daddy, bad dream,” and “Want mommy.” He would swing his legs off the bed, and crouch down, giving both a long hug. “It’ll be ok, boys, in time. . . “

  2. Sleeping in is impossible . At 0530 hours , an alarm wails twice . It sounds like a monster sucking its breath in , never breathing out . It tells me that the school bus of my progeny has departed from the school , and that I should , like a conscientious progenitor , wake up slumbering teenagers , pack tiffins and make tea etc . No, I made that latter half up , myself .

    The kids would love to sleep in . They grumble, rumble ,turn ,yawn and flop down back . One gets up , and sleep walks to the washroom , missing hitting the door with her drooping head , by millimetres . Other sleeps till five minutes before the bus arrival . Then rushes through ablutions leaving wet towels , half-drunk tea , combs with hair entangled in them, and bathroom slippers in different, inaccessible , invisible corners of the house .

    When the SMS alerts me to the bus presence in our neighbourhood, the younger one pants up the stairs , having forgotten her social studies notebook

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