This morning was one of those mornings that I just didn’t feel like getting out of bed.
I have two alarms to make sure I don’t sleep in and some days I need both of them. The first alarm goes off at about 2:20. After turning that one off I usually lay in bed for another 10 or 15 minutes. I have another alarm that’s set to go off at 3, just in case I fall back asleep after turning the first one off. It’s not as confusing as I’m probably making it sound.
When I woke up at 2:20, the first thought that came to mind was “Please tell me it’s the weekend.” After I got my bearings straight and realized it was Tuesday, I silently cursed and reminded myself that I’ve really got to win that lottery tonight.
This really is a weird shift to work. In bed by 7:30 and up by 2:30. The older I get, the more I look forward to sleeping in on the weekends. Of course, for me, sleeping until 5 or 5:30 on the weekend is a pretty good sleep-in! Usually I’m awake by 4. Then I’ll spend the next hour or so tossing and turning and fighting for bed space with the cat and dog before finally giving in and getting up.
It’s mornings like this that make me realize what a wonderful friend I have in a cup of coffee.
