Hell’s bells I’m tired this morning. I am so not a morning person. I have still yet to meet a person who springs out of bed in the morning with a grin on their face and the urge to ‘get on with it’, like they do in mattress commercials. Most people I know open one weary eye, notice it’s morning, groan and wish for another hour’s sleep.

I love to sleep. It’s my favourite past time. There’s something about being unconscious but not dead which appeals to me. When I’m asleep I can forget all my problems (apart from the bizarre ones which pop up in your dreams – such as having the car accelorator and clutch pedals position under the seat, which was what I dreamed last night…).

I’ve always loved sleeping. I’ve been a serial napper all my life. I had a favourite red blanket which I used to snuggle up under at all sorts of hours and drift off, much to my friend’s annoyance when she came over to play with me. When I went on a brownie camp, we were all told to get on our bunks and have a rest – I was the only one who went off to sleep.

Lately I’ve had insomnia though. Life is stressful and worriesome right now, and my mind won’t switch off despite being totally tired. I end up getting up in the mornings feeling zombiefied and yearning for more sleep. I tend to sleep better during the day in a nap, why, I don’t know…maybe I’m descended from Transylvanian ancestors hanging out in crypts fast asleep in noddyland during the day.

I’m teaching a grade 5/6 class this morning. I like these half days – fairly easy money and the rest of the day to myself. I’m knackered already though and the kids are going to have their merry way with me. Ah well, come 12 o’clock I can come home and take a nap to recover.