Most people are either morning people, or night owls. As I am turning into an adult, I am finding that I am neither. I enjoy going to bed at a decent time and I hate getting out of bed in the morning. I know there are a lot of people who struggle with getting up, but I wanted to share my experience. I feel as though all you darn morning people just don't seem to understand!
On weekdays I aim to be at work by 7:20. So I set an alarm at 6, one at 6:10 and one at 6:15. When that first alarm goes off all I want to do is scream profanities, throw my phone up against the wall and reject all responsibilities for the day. I don't do this, however I continually push snooze until around 6:25- when I pick up my phone and try to wake myself up by blurrily (is that a word?) starring at facebook, instagram or twitter to get my brain and eyes awake. Around 6:35 I force myself to put my phone and down, remove the toasty warm covers and head over to the bathroom while gazing over at my still peacefully sleeping husband. Don't get me wrong, I am not mad or jealous that he gets to sleep a little longer than me in the mornings, he just looks so cute all wrapped up in a blanket cocoon. But I guess in my still half asleep state it doesn't seem quite fair that he's still all snuggled in bed while I am trying to get myself to look as good as possible with as little effort as possible. After I am dressed and ready I drag myself into the kitchen, throw some leftovers or a sandwich into my lunch box, grab a bottle of water and a granola bar, then head out the door.
I always dreamed of being able to be awake early enough to fit in a run or a trip to the gym or even to shower (I am a night time shower-er) or to be up and sitting at my kitchen table with a cup of coffee and reading the news. This will simply never happen. I can dream of being up early enough to be productive before work, but let's face it, I'd much rather just stay in bed and dream.
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