At this point in my life, I think it's safe to say that I will never be a morning person. Even after a decent night of sleep, I still have trouble rolling out of bed in the morning, especially if it's an early hour. I prefer to run at night. I feel more creative and productive at night. I'm more awake at night - except when I'm exhausted.
When I was 28 years old, I was able to take four weeks off between jobs. Having that time with zero responsibilities was incredibly awesome. Because I didn't have anywhere to be in the morning, I began to stay awake later and later each night. Which meant I slept in later and later each morning. I was going to bed around two or three in the morning and sleeping until noon. I felt fantastic. Needless to say, transitioning back to "normal" hours when I began my new job was extremely difficult.
I have about five and a half hours of "free" time when the girls are at school. I'm only home one day a week but I still have these grand plans for that time. Before the school year started, I imagined myself flying around like a superhero, crossing items off of my permanent to-do list. I felt exhausted when I woke up this morning. My eyes didn't want to open. I dropped the girls off at school, returned home, ate a bowl of cereal and then decided to rest. In bed. With the curtains pulled shut. It took about five minutes for me to fall asleep. And sleep I did. Until 11:35. Needless to say, I didn't do anything on my list before I picked up the girls from school. I actually didn't do anything at all, unless eating and putzing around constitute "doing something." I'm trying to convince myself that that's okay.
Sometimes we need to recharge. Sometimes we need to be unmotivated in order to become motivated. Sometimes we need a break. And there's always tomorrow.