I have a confession to make...I have always loved sleeping.
Yes...I know, I know, everyone needs to sleep. But I LOVE to sleep.
I'm pretty sure the writer of Proverbs would be ashamed of me.
Growing up all my friend's moms would never let them sleep past 9 on the weekends. Usually I would ask my mom to wake me up early and instead she would close the blinds or my bedroom door and I would wake up in a fogged stupor sometime around 11. I wish I could blame her for the way I am but I know I was just born this way. There must be a group I can join...super sleepers support sessions or something (that's too much alliteration, I know). One day when I was working at camp I had the day off and after wasting almost the whole day in bed I composed this silly poem, entitled:

LAZY BUM

This morning I woke up and I looked at the clock.
It read: 7:03.
I sat up in bed and I thought to myself,
"Its much, much too early for me!"
So I put down my head
And I went back to bed
And I heard myself starting to snore.
I woke up again and I looked at the clock.
It now read:11:04.
"11 o'clock? Is that all it is?"
11 o'clock isn't late!
So I went back to bed
And I slept and I slept
And I slept until 2:58
I woke up again and I thought to myself
"It's time for an afternoon nap".
So I started to set the alarm on my clock
But dozed off with the clock in my lap.
I woke up again and I looked at the clock.
It now read: 9:53.
10 o'clock!!! Oh my word!!
You know what this means???
It's already bed time for me!