HOW IT GOES
This last week has gone by in a blur and suddenly today is the last day of vacation. Since I was a teenager, and possibly before, I’ve always been enamored of sleeping in. It’s a treat, a comfort, a blessed extra rest, but I’ve been able to take it too far, and even in college was able to turn my days over: sleeping in so late and staying up so late that eventually I exchanged night for day and vice versa. Since I’ve had children, though, I’ve been less and less able to sleep in. Not at all when the...