Suffering from Dysania

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My eyes popped open and I reached out blindly to grab the phone off the side table and saw it was not yet 6am. Sinking deeper into the pillow, I pulled the covers around me and decided I could sleep just a bit longer.
That thought was unfortunately replaced with my list of to-dos, and reluctantly I crawled out of bed. Wait, that’s a lie, I read a few emails first and briefly thought, “Why am I in such a hurry to get up? Why can’t I lay here a while longer?”
I doubt that I am the only one suffering from dysania lately. The desire to stay in bed is stronger since “snowmagedden” and I can’t seem to get over it. Had I not been so cold that first day (never mind having no power) my plan was to stay in bed and work all day. When the power went out, however, I quickly realized my lifeline — my phone — was not going to stay charged for long and then I would be in trouble. I could not charge it in the car, because I couldn’t get the garage door up and did not want to kill myself by carbon monoxide poisoning.
It was later, and much colder, when Dave said to pull the pin out and lift the garage door manually just a bit so I could sit in the car and charge up. Of course, after a bit, I caved and called my brother to come get me.

I don’t let myself give in to dysania unless I’m sick. I have a strong sense of responsibility, especially now that I no longer work outside the home. I remember the old saying, “The early bird gets the worm.” I really do get so much more accomplished if I get up and get going in the morning, even if my heart is not really in it. Once I’m up, having my coffee, the creative juices start flowing. But if not that, there are always plenty of things to do, some I may not have even thought of had I not gotten up early enough to discover them! This morning, I had egg cups made for Dave’s lunch and a load of laundry done before I even ate my breakfast. I knew it was one of the days this week that I go spend time with Dad, so I didn’t plan on working on my transcription practice, that takes up too much time. Normally, I blog in the morning, but today I did the aforementioned, took a bath, and did a session of Diamond Art while watching an episode of The Disappearance of Madeleine McCann. I had already read all my emails, and done my Spanish lesson, so I felt entitled to do what I wanted until it was time to go.

How many of you give in to the desire to stay in bed? How many of you have a guilty conscience, or a strong sense of responsibility? I’d love to hear all about it! Comment below and let me know! Gotta go, Jeopardy is on and it’s time to fix my dinner! Have a great night everyone!