I Have Developed the Sleep Patterns of a Six-Year-Old

While some people might believe that a person traveling through Australia  stays up all night partying, laughing and drinking the night away, I have some news for you: this is not true. Well, at least for me.

Perhaps it's the rural atmosphere. Or maybe it's the whole physical labor (i.e. moving rocks) for 5 hours a day. On the other hand, it could also likely very be that I am either a) reverting to my sleep patterns of yore, or b) have matured far beyond my twenty-two years and am officially an old woman. Either way, I've been falling asleep around 10pm and waking up between 6 and 7am every morning.

Yup, that's right; I go to bed when the children do, and I wake up at the same time six-year-old Ashton arises (the two of us are always the first two out of bed). Sad? Perhaps...Although I must argue that I feel 10 times more invigorated. I haven't been awake this early on such a regular basis since Dad used to drive me to school early every morning when I was in 4th grade. For the first time in years, I fully appreciate my mornings. Ah, as my 7th grade Latin teacher (whose name I currently absolutely cannot remember) would say when our eyelids would start to droop: "Wake up, puellae! Carpe Diem!"