Lately my wakeups have been abrupt. A cry of "Mommy" from a sick girl. My son ringing his bell - that'll scare you, hearing a bell clanging in the middle of the night, till you realize what it is and go to comfort the child with a headache. I tried to be nice when I asked that in the future he call rather than ring. Sometimes it's the dog, nervous at some sound outside and wanting to get out to investigate He did that the other morning, and was so insistent that I ended up taking him in the backyard on the leash, thinking he had some business to do out there. Oh no. He just wanted to snuffle around for night creatures. It was 5 am; the alarm goes off at 6:30, so I stayed up.
Sometimes the thoughts in my head wake me up. Starting the day worrying isn't something I choose to do, but sometimes it happens. Those are the mornings I alternate between worrying and praying for help to stop worrying. With the seminarian graduating in May, there are plenty of unanswered questions about our near future, and thus plenty to worry about - whether I want to worry or not. Please do not leave me a comment telling me it's a sin to worry, OK? Other comments are welcome, of course.
I look forward to the day that I wake up feeling rested and relaxed, with happy anticipation for the day. I am not sure when that will happen, though.
That was a fun five minutes! Try it yourself.