After I did the dishes, I announced that it was time for the boys to go upstairs and get ready for their bath, the start of the getting-to-bed routine.
"But sleeping is so boring!" Nick cried.
I told him I would remind his of that when he was a teenager sleeping at noon on a Sunday. He was not very impressed.
And I tried to think back to when I thought going to sleep was hard and boring, and the last time I was frustrated and had to clench my eyes shut, wishing I were doing something else. These days I fall into bed. If I'm not half asleep when I climb in, I am glad, if not giddy with excitement, for the rest.
What happens to us as we get older? Do we really become so positive that there will be time to do it tomorrow?
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No, it's not that we are postive that there will be time to do whatever it is tomorrow, it is just that the vagaries of the day weigh heavier on our ever-thinning bones & it is ever so delicious to curl up in a cofy, warm bed with a really good book & drift gently off into the arms of Lethe until rosy fingered Eos wakes us to greet her brother Helios.
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