Being Adult

Last night, I went to sleep thinking that I had a very busy morning and it would be nice to wake up around six.  And I meant it.  That is when I felt like an actual grown-up for a while.  I mean, getting up early on purpose to get things done?

And then, I didn’t set an alarm, knowing that I’d probably wake up around then anyway and I could just not go back to sleep.

*And then I woke up at 2:45am and couldn’t go back to sleep.  Oops.  This is going to throw everything off.