Snooze Button Scenarios

I am addicted to the Snooze Button on my alarm.

I used to pop right up out of bed when the alarm would go off (although I'm sure my Mom would say differently). Of course, that may be because I would put my alarm clock across the room from me, which would force me to actually get out of bed to turn it off.

Then, the alarm moved to a bedside table and all I had to do was snake my hand out from beneath the covers and hit the button. I typically set my alarm for a good 45 minutes before I actually have to get up, just so I can hit the snooze button every eight minutes and then have to actually grumble at myself to get out of bed (which The Queen has heard me talk to myself as she has passed my room on the way to work out).

My alarm clock is now situated at the foot of my bed so it is more than just snaking the hand out from the covers. This morning when the alarm went off, I did a somersault to the end of the bed and hit the snooze. I then got up, went to the bathroom, made my bed, grabbed a pillow and a blanket, and laid on my made bed with my head at the foot of my bed. I was back in snaking distance to easily hitting the snooze at least a couple of more times.

Sheesh, how much could I get done in the morning if I would just get up and stay up rather than get sucked into the luxury that is a snooze button....

Trying to Break The Cycle

I'm once again trying to break the cycle of caffeine. I made the mistake recently and started ordering soda when I've been out at restaurants. Then I bought a some Dr. Pepper to have at home. I also bought some of the bottled Starbucks frappucinos.

I'd been so good in cutting caffeine out of my life and had been feeling much better. I was saving money on not buying the $5ish coffees and sleeping better. But that all went to hell in a hand basket the past couple of weeks.

Yesterday, I had not one but two big Dr. Peppers, finishing the last one up around 8:30 while watching Biggest Loser and listening to Will and The Hot Chics, with "Polly", Queen B, and "Natassia". I then was wired enough to stay up and watch the end of Dancing with the Stars.

I headed off to bed around 11:15ish, which is REALLY late for me. I then couldn't figure out why I felt so strange. I couldn't relax. My legs were all jumpy. I couldn't find a comfortable spot. I just wasn't happy. Then it dawned on me....caffeine.

Eventually, I did fall asleep and it was really hard getting up this morning, but I managed to drag myself out of bed. I had a huge struggle this morning on my way into the office... stop at Starbucks/don't stop at Starbucks...

I ended up passing on stopping and now I can't stop yawning. If I can make it through the day, hopefully I'll be able to sleep this evening and not have to deal to much with the caffeine detox...

This Day Ain't Gonna Be Pretty....

Let it be said that as a child I don't think I ever had a problem getting out of bed. (Stop laughing hysterically, Mom, I said "as a child".) I recall getting up early on the first day of school, getting completely dressed, and then laying back down until my mom would come to get me up for breakfast and to catch the bus.

As I grew, I had a tendency to sleep in more and more and by the time I was in high school, it was becoming a little tougher to get up, but I still don't recall being a complete beast. Aside from weekends when I didn't have to get up, but Dad would miraculously have to trim the grass and/or bushes directly outside my window, and a couple of times when I had a bit of a "headache" from enjoying myself a smidgen too much the night before, I usually got up early. (And, yes, kids, I was not perfect in high school and I did imbibe when I shouldn't have. Do as I say and don't drink until you are of age and not as I did.)

Anymore, I'm back to being an early riser. On weekends, I typically don't sleep past about 6:30 or 7:00, although I often do take a little nap in the afternoon. However, during the weeks, I have a slightly tougher time.

I am a snooze button girl. I admit it. I will hit that snooze button 4 or 5 times before I actually get up and going and usually I get up and move to my comfy chair to stare at the morning news while I eat my Cheerios before I can really function. This morning though, instead of hitting the snooze button, I hit the OFF button, and fell blissfully back to sleep. I could have stayed asleep all morning and completely missed my day o' meetings that is Thursday. Luckily, something in my bladder knew that I needed to get up and going and even though the alarm was off, it insisted I get up and around.

So, I was only running about 30 minutes late this morning. Luckily, I got my hair cut this past weekend and as always the two caveats for a haircut are: don't make me look like a butchy lesbian and I want to be able to dry it and style it within the length of one song on the radio (and not one of those epic songs like Bohemian Rhapsody). I jumped in the shower, I already knew what I was going to wear, which is a miracle in and of itself, did my makeup, hair, dressed, grabbed some stuff for breakfast and lunch, and still made it into my car in 45 minutes. I may not be super model fantastic today, but at least I made it to the office with enough time to blog before my meetings start, and that is what is really important!!