When I was a little girl, my friends and I would do a countdown to the next big event by saying how many sleeps it was. I would get giddy with excitement when I could say “Only two more sleeps!” “ONE more sleep!” Because sleeps are a much better record keeper of time than days – in my world.
One of the quickest things I learned about being an adult is that this childhood countdown is actually a very realistic way of thinking. Sleeping is seriously my favourite part of the day. Maybe it’s the cuddle time with hubby, or the soft “meow” I get from Sabby when he realizes it’s bed time and scoots under the covers. Maybe it’s the thought that in the back of my head, getting through this additional sleep gets me one count closer to something I’m looking forward to.
A few years ago when waiting for one of my oldest childhood friends to arrive for a visit, I received a text from her…
“Only 7 more sleeps!”
and I smiled, happy that she remembered our little thing.
Today I received a very similar e-mail from my Mum:
“8 more sleeps!”
I bet you feel silly for not counting time in sleeps, eh?
So today I have two big countdowns I’m working on…
Only EIGHT more sleeps until I get to go see
and only NINE more sleeps until I’ll be heading to the home land!
where I get to see the very person who reminded me of that childhood game a few years ago…
E and I have been friends since we were so little it’s almost embarrassing. But cool at the same time, since we hope that our future children will either be best friends, or soul mates who met because their mommas were cool kids who had sleeps countdowns.
I’m so excited for our vacation! So excited that I’m not even dreading the plane ride, and am considering flying up again at the end of the year/beginning of next if this flight doesn’t make me curl up in the fetal position and beg for my blankie.