I have always hated bedtime. My dad used to always say "caminho da roça" when it was time for me to go to sleep. I really disliked that phrase. It always came at 9:00 sharp and there were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I had to go to bed. Even as an adult, I have preferred to go to bed late, really late. I don't know what it is about nighttime, but I have always enjoyed being up. However, now that I have to get up and get to work on time everyday I have found that I don't particularly enjoy staying up late anymore. Apparently I'm getting old.
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Lets be honest, animals don’t talk to me and although I try and try again, my bedroom does not clean itself up with the snap of a finger. So I obviously don’t live a fairy tale life. However, I am living the life I’ve always wanted to live and having a blast doing so.
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