I'll go for weeks without an issue sleeping.
Crash early. Wake late.
That is, if I'm at home.
I went to visit my mom this weekend, so that broke my solid sleep pattern. It's not that I don't feel safe or warm or anything. It's just not my bed.
That and I was afraid to roll over on the air mattress for fear that I catapult Babygirl into the next apartment Looney Tunes style.
The main source of sleep bliss is that I haven't had to travel for work since early December. In March, it starts back up.
Angsty prep for meetings with too many people. The dreaded mingling. Packing, unpacking. Planes, cabs. Ack!
Yes, I get a king size bed all to myself for some starfish action. No man, no baby, and no fur kids to lay claim on my bed.
That is exciting.
But, alas, I am a homebody at heart. I like the sounds and smells of home.