I made myself wake up late today. I went to bed at 3am last night because now I’m back watching The Crown on Netflix, which is interesting enough to me without stressing me out. I’m nearing the end of the second season after going through season 1 again. I’m so bad at remembering movies and shows I’ve already seen that I still find it so interesting the second (or third) time around.

My body still woke up before seven this morning, my usual wake-up time, but I made myself go back to sleep. I got woken up a few more times by the kids, but I made sure I didn’t get out of bed until almost 11 o’clock, although I was already awake the last half hour.

I cannot remember the last time I’ve ever stayed in bed that late. I don’t like sleeping in — it makes me feel like I’ve wasted a day already. It leaves me with a terrible, sick pit in my stomach.

But today, it was my version of self-care. I don’t think I’ve slept more than 5-6 hours this last week. I’ve been staying up late to work out, write, and Netflix. My indulgence has put in a lot of sleep debt. Although I haven’t noticed the harmful effects yet, I know it’s idiotic to continue this way.

I’ll try to be in bed by midnight tonight. That’ll give me almost seven hours of sleep to be up before my daily writing group tomorrow.