I don’t know whether or not it’s because I’m getting older, but I sure do look forward to sleeping in on the weekends. Five days a week of my alarm going off at 2:30 is enough for me. I’m usually up at around 5 or so on the weekends and that’s a pretty good sleep in.
Saturday morning at 3:22 I was awoken by a gentle push on my shoulder accompanied by my wife’s voice. “Jamie. Jamie. Wake up. It’s 3:22. You’re late for work.” When I woke up, my mind did some quick calculations before informing my wife that I’m not late for anything. It’s Saturday. Oops. After apologizing profusely, she rolled over and went back to sleep.
For me is wasn’t that easy. I tossed and turned for the next 45 minutes trying to get back to my “happy place.” Then the dog jumped on the bed, followed by the cat. Then my wife got out of bed and made her way to the coffee machine to brew some java and start her day, albeit a little earlier than she had planned.
I was eventually able to get back to sleep until about 5:30 or so before making my way to the kitchen to brew myself a cup of coffee.
My wife apologized a few more times for the early, unnecessary wake up call. I told her not to worry about it and thanked her for looking out for me.
I’d rather she woke me up at that time on a weekend than on a weekday!