When you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet. Proverbs 3:24
What is it about getting older that makes you love your bed so much? 10 years ago I would have done anything to stay up late, to go out, fill every spare second... Now, I practically long for my bed in the evenings. Am I just getting old?
I made a comment to a friend the other day about the fact that I think I am having a love affair with my bed. It just sounded a bit wrong...! But seriously I am. Is this just since being ill? I don't know, maybe it's since having kids, maybe it is just getting older (hate to admit it) but I really need my bed. I aim to be in bed by 9.30 of an evening, giving me half an hour to read before putting my head down. Yes that's 9.30pm. 9 bloomin' 30. I mean what??? I went to bed at 9.30 when I was 14, not 37... And I love it, I don't go under sufference thinking I really should go to bed now. I love it. I love snuggling up under the duvet, especially when it's cold enough to put on the electric blanket. Yes that's right, I own an electric blanket. And before you throw any kind of ageist jibes at me, I tell you, try it for yourself, It is utter bliss getting in to a warm bed... :)
I have no idea where this post is going... Maybe I shall write a series of posts on the joys of getting older, except that implies some sense of acceptance ;)