Sleep

So, today I had piano lessons at EIGHT AM today. That sucks. It was super cold. And usually I tell myself that I will get up early enough to practice a little bit before my lesson but usually I just hit the snooze button until I have to run to make it to my lesson. But then today when my alarm went off at 6:30 I made myself a deal. I told myself that if I managed to get up and practice for a half an hour before my lesson, then I could take a nap when I got back from French.

AND IT WORKED.

I got up and practiced.

I WAS SO PROUD OF MYSELF.

IT'S LIKE I'M A SMALL CHILD BUT I'M ALSO THE MOTHER WHO IS VERY PROUD OF HER CHILD.

I have to reward myself for doing things.

I have discovered that the ultimate motivator is sleep.

If it were possible to get naps for Christmas, that's all I would ask for.

Instead I have to bribe myself with them in order to get things done.

I've always been a good sleeper. As a baby basically all I did was sleep. My aunt was very jealous because cousin Carol [who is the same age as me] never slept and was constantly bouncing around with energy. My mom could just leave me in my carrier for hours at a time.

Congratulations me, you are four years old again.

AREN'T YOU PROUD MOMMY?

Over.