The course of my life has constantly revealed that I am not a morning person. Everybody that I work with gets up super early to work out and get to work. Not me. I never kicked my college student habit of arising from my bed with just enough time to shower, get dressed, and head out the door. In the morning, there’s no time for coffee, not time for newspaper, no time for breakfast. I steal every last moment for sleeping.
It’s not that I don’t like mornings. Whenever I happen to experience early mornings I am always struck by their beauty and stillness. Sometimes in the morning, it’s so easy to see the potential for wonderful things that might happen throughout the day.
But its that act of rolling out of bed that I abhor. There are several things that go through my head in the instance after the alarm. I’ll attempt to recreate them for you here.
Alarm: Bring! BRRRRRRRINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!
Jing: snooze. snooze.
Alarm: (pregnantly silent)
Jing: can I get up now? do i have the motivation? no.
Alarm: (anticipating laziness)
Jing: I need to go to the bathroom.
Alarm: (waiting will evil glee)
Jing: I can hold it.
Jing: just one more snooze.
Alarm: (I’m coming for you.)
Now right about now comes the portion of the morning where we attempt math.
Jing: I have to be at work at 7. That means I can leave here at…..6:30 and be at work by 7. That means I can wake up at……6:15 and get ready and be there on time. This means I that when I hit the snooze at 6:10 and it wakes up at 6:20 I will still have 10 more minutes I can sleep. K, good night.
Alarm: (Keep using your noggin, dum dum. I can go off all day.)