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I’m not so much with the mornings
Every night I set the alarm on my phone. I prefer to wake up to the dull clap-clap-clap of my cell phone than to a radio station that will inevitably be playing something horrible that I will never forget all day long. Or worse, what my boys wake to each morning which they jokingly call “that hit song, EHN, EHN, EHN, EHN…” I set the alarm for the last minute at which I really should get up in order for the morning to go really smoothly for everyone. And when it goes off, I take the phone from the shelf, hit snooze, pull the phone under the covers, and hug it to me, dozing five or ten more minutes before I actually get up.
Why do I do this? I mean, granted, my bed never ever feels so good as it does first thing in the morning when I should be getting out of it. It’s not a pillow-top. I don’t have a down comforter. And our sheets are so not Egyptian cotton. Or less than ten years old. But at 6:45 a.m. that bed feels like heaven itself. And in those moments, I can’t see any reason to get out of bed at all. Ever again. “I don’t really like my life that much anyway,” I think. In fact, I hate daylight. Who let that in? And showers were invented by the devil. I don’t want one. And it won’t make me feel better. I hate all my clothes, so I won’t find anything to wear. Why do we have jobs and school SO MUCH of our lives? Life is too short to get out of this bed right now when I don’t want to at all.
Honestly, I have no idea how I push past those minutes every morning. But I do. And about two minutes after the shower, I’m pretty cool with life.
They’re the saddest, most first-world, most ridiculous minutes of my day, those seconds post alarm but pre-shower. What about you? How long does it take you to accept the day?
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Very funny! And spot-on in terms of the internal “I hate my life anyway, why should I get up” dialogue. You broke into my brain again, didn’t you?
The sad thing is that up until my second year of college, I used to be a morning person. But then, Life happened. And now the circadian clock is irreparably damaged. And I’m neither a true morning or night person. I tell everyone I know that “my optimal hours are between 10 and 10…any later or earlier, and you’re out of luck.”
Ahhhh, yes … the shower definitely wakes me up and makes the day start out just right!!
Once again, you are marked by your sweet father who has despised mornings as long as I’ve known him. Which is a long time. I’ve never understood the snooze thing, though. Once the alarm goes off, I just get irritated with the fitful sleep that follows. I think it builds the dread in me. I keep my alarm across the room, which forces me out of bed. Once I’m on my feet, I just keep going. But, I’m usually not fully awake until after my time on the treadmill.
Sarah, Dad told me once that I used to be happy in the mornings before college as well. I think I might have had a couple good years in there. But now that is E-zackly what I tell people about myself – neither morning nor night. And I got some really great stuff from Dad too, Mom, so I’ll take this one. Kelly, I think warm showers and clean water would be a great beginning to solving all the problems of the world.
Den and I were just discussing how hard it is for me to get out of bed in the morning compared to him. I totally relate to “my bed never ever feels so good as it does first thing in the morning when I should be getting out of it.” Especially now that it’s getting cooler. I’m with you on the shower thing, I’m way more ready to deal with the day after my shower than before. A good run also does the trick, but lately it’s been cold and dark at 6am, not very inspiring for getting oneself out of bed.
Oh, I am SO with you here. I use the snooze button way too much – to my peril, some mornings. I really need to figure out a way to get up just a little earlier, because then I think I’d like the rest of the morning better.
I set my alarm early on purpose so I can hit my snooze at least once. And I hate the way the early morning sucks any ambition I had from the night before. I’ll lay out my work-out clothes and PROMISE myself that today is the day I meet Jillian Michaels downstairs. But then morning comes and I feel that such a thing is literally outside the realm of any possibility. Stinks.
I used to be a total night person, but too many years of regular employment 30 miles away from where I live has made me into a morning person. My alarm rarely even goes off; I usually shut it off before it has a chance. Even on weekends, I find myself grumbling because the local grocery market doesn’t open until 7AM, so I can’t get going on the week’s grocery shopping until then. I still don’t always like to get up. During allergy season (ie–now), I often don’t sleep well, and that shower really helps me wake up. Even so, morning is my most productive time.
I have never, ever been a morning person. The fact that I am forced by virtue of my jobskills to work a day job has always been a burden to my night-loving body. It takes me until at LEAST noon to accept the day, which probably doesn’t bode well for my teaching skills in my 9AM class! (Why do kids have to go to school in the daytime anyway? Who made THAT decision??) I come from a family of night people though. On the flip side of me, there is Evan who from birth has been a day person. (Nice joke, Heavenly Father!)
This made me grin! “It takes me until at LEAST noon to accept the day.” If we can just get you out of accounting and into the creative world only – I bet you could kind of set your own schedule then! I follow a lot of people on twitter who get to stay in their pj’s sometimes WAY past noon. :)
I’m not a snooze person…since college. Rooming with Christie killed any love I had for it. She used to set her alarm for 5 something when she had to get up at 7 something. Blargh.
I’ve never been a morning person, but am becoming more so. Right now I tend to wake up (early) to the cooing and babbling of my toddler in the next room. This is very pleasant except on the mornings when the cooing is more like screeching and the babbling is more like cursing in some unknown language.
I’d say 10-10 is my optimal time too, with a lag between 4-5. Afternoon sleepies, you know.
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I do not — DO NOT — talk until I’ve had coffee. I’m not uncivil. I’m just…silent. I hate getting up but the moment I smell coffee, or better still, taste coffee, I remember how good life can be.
Um, I like coffee. A lot.
Reading your blog reminded me why I never really liked mornings, especially after children and a husband. We get up, forcing ourselves out of the wonderful state of relaxed limbs, and body, to tense back up, face the day, leave each other to go our seperate ways; work, school, etc. and inside, deep inside, it just doesn’t feel right.
THat is why Rog and I have ALWAYS kissed each other good bye in the morn, and clung onto each other a little extra cause “the leaving” is the worst part of the day. It was the same when the kids were in public school…………….I was always so glad when they got home; I’m always sooooo glad when he gets home :)
Andrea, yes! “It just doesn’t feel right” describes that leaving thing perfectly.