I think I wake up better without an alarm. Saturday, I woke up at 6AM, rolled out of bed, and spent the next two hours happily working on my quilt while waiting for everyone to wake up. No alarm. Sunday, I dragged myself out of bed after hitting the snooze button several times so that I could get ready for 8AM mass. That felt like torture. But it was nothing compared to the ordeal of getting out of bed this morning. You would have thought somebody drugged me last night. I don’t know if it’s just Monday, or the realization that instead of doing something fun – like quilting, gardening, cleaning bathrooms, etc. – I had to go to work. OK, work isn’t as bad as cleaning bathrooms. But it’s nowhere near as fun as all the other stuff I could be doing right now. :P
In other news, it was a very fun weekend visiting with my one-year-old twin nieces. I might post a picture or two when I get home tonight – as well as pictures of the four quilt blocks I finished over the weekend.