wake up when my alarm clock goes off

Since I got back from Amsterdam, the time difference has been hard to shake. For the first few days, I was waking up at 5am, but unfortunately crashing by 9:30pm. My schedule seems to have leveled out now, and I’m able to go to bed at a normal time, but have still been able to get up either right after or even before my alarm clock goes off. It is so nice to have time to put an outfit together, eat breakfast, walk the dog and still get to work early. It’s been five mornings now, let’s keep this thing going!

For the past two weeks, I’ve actually been getting much better with this goal. I can’t say that I get up as soon as my alarm goes off, but I’m to the point where I only hit snooze once, instead of like eight times. I’m actually getting to work early these days! That’s what I’d call progress.

Today was probably the first time in months that I actually tried to get up when my alarm clock went off. Unfortunately, once I got up, I felt very dizzy and ill, and had to go back to bed. I was convinced I had swine flu, but after another hour or so of sleep I woke up fresh as a daisy, although very late for work. As it turns out, the pollen count was crazy today and a ton of people were convinced they had swine flu, so I’m not a total freak.

I didn’t get up until about 7:45 today, 35 minutes after the alarm went off. The problem is just that my bed is so cozy in the morning, and with a dog AND a cat both snuggling up, it’s very difficult to tear myself away.

I didn’t exactly get up when my alarm went off, but I did get up at 7:34am instead of the usual 8:20 or so. I was able to take a shower, make the bed, and walk Porter for slightly longer than usual. So far so good!

...of getting to work at 9:15 every day. It’s like the walk of shame every day, having to say hello to everyone already sitting at their desks. I absolutely cannot wake up in the morning. Every day my alarm clock goes off at 7:10am, and by the time I finally stop hitting snooze it’s usually about 8:20 or later, and that’s just ridiculous. I lay in bed and think of ways I can compensate for the passing minutes…”I took a shower yesterday, so I don’t need to take one this morning…I’ll wear my brown skirt with my plaid blouse…maybe Porter will go quickly this morning and that will save me three minutes…I’ll just buy lunch at work today, even though there’s leftovers in the fridge…” But on the incredibly rare occasion that I do get out of bed early, it’s such a wonderful feeling. I really want to be able to get up, make the bed, have coffee, take Porter for a nice long walk, and straighten up the house a bit so I can come home to a neat living room. So this is now becoming one of my goals.

(p.s. i’m reposting this because the blog function didn’t seem to be working)