The thing about weekends that I’ve never been able to kick? Staying up way too late on Sunday night. It’s that simple. See, it’s 12:30 AM right now and I’m still awake, balancing the urge to write all night with the pending doom of a pre-caffeinated Monday morning.
I suppose the easiest solution is to – gasp – maintain some sort of schedule and wake up around the same time you’d wake up during the work week, but it is just too easy and too enticing to wake up, fall back asleep, wake up again and lay in bed reading on a weekend morning. Bonus points if the weather is abysmal.
Of course babies make sleeping in more difficult, if not impossible, but it can be done. It just requires an awesome wife and the equitable sharing of sleeping-in time. Now, off to bed.