I don't claim to be a morning person, but as life would dictate, I'm typically out of bed and moving before 7 bells. Actually, I'm typically doing whatever I've got planned for the day by 7 AM. Funny thing about this is while my morning ritual only takes 40-50 minutes including drive time, my alarm is set for 5 AM.
The clock used to be next to my head and that was just easy prey. When my snoozing time finally reached close to 2 hours I decided it was time to take drastic measures. I moved the damn clock to the far corner of the room on top of my dresser. I also turned it from sweet sounds of classic rock to the beep of death. I ensured that I'd have to drag my ass off the bed every ten minutes if I wanted to snooze. I figured this would be a surefire way to get me rolling in the mornings. I didn't realize how devilish the demons of snooze could be. I managed to just prolong the agony for the most part. Now was I not only having to hit snooze, but I was having to traipse my sometimes clothed, sometimes not (just had to get the visual in there for you) ass back and forth across a hardwood floor that is cool in the summer and downright cold in the winter.
So there you have it, confessions of a snoozaholic. Anyone else out there suffer from this malady? Anyone have a cure?
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Marry a fine, yet assertive woman who will kick your a!@ if you try it just once. I did and I am now, I suppose, a recovering snoozaholic
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