Joel got up this morning to go clean the church with his Young Men. I probably should have gone, too, and brought my Young Woman with me.
But I didn't.
Instead, I slept until nearly 11:00, and then got up with the laptop and read blogs for an hour or so and now I'm still sitting here in bed, typing.
I listened to Bria and Chloe practice from bed. I gave out chore orders from bed. I let Sophia come and draw pictures next to me in bed. Bria and Chloe came in when they were done with their jobs and chattered about the birthday party they attended and what's going on at school.
It was actually kind of nice.
It was very refreshing to sleep that long, and I definitely needed it. I have had three nights this week where I didn't sleep at all. Complete insomnia overtook those nights and I lay awake watching the hours tick by on my clock, willing myself just to sleep for four hours...three hours...one hour, and then pleading for just a half-hour of decent sleep before I had to get up and face the day.
The sleep never came.
On Thursday night, Joel drove to the store at 12:30 am to buy me a "sleep aid." And I finally slept. And I slept last night, too. And it felt good.
But I feel guilty.
I should have been up and going, helping my children with their chores and practice. I should have been exercising, not lazing around with the computer. I should have been practicing myself. Doing something good. I should have cleaned the church. Or at least the kitchen.
I'm trying to remember that if I hadn't slept in, I would not have been a very nice person. My children probably appreciate that I took the time to rest so that I wouldn't be a "meanie" today. So I'm trying not to feel guilty for taking care of myself first.