I always look forward to bedtime. I remember when I was young and it seemed almost like a punishment to be sent to bed. I hated going to bed. But how that has changed!
Of course I still hate missing anything. Life is so short that wasting so much time sleeping seems a shame. But trying to appreciate anything, or do anything, when tired and badly in need of sleep is worse than missing out. I look forward to recharging, to having a sound sleep, and recovering from the busy day.
Today has been one of those days. We've been busy and I'm tired. I'm ready for bed and not at all hesitant to miss anything that mught happen while I'm gone,
Its time now. Sleep is welcome and its bedtime. And I no longer look at that as any kind of punishment at all.