So I am not an easy person to wake up.
Or rather, I am, but I’m not an easy person to keep up.
I can make myself get up when I feel enough need for it, such as going to work or getting up to bring Gwynn on a walk (when Lexy has crossfit in the morning), but otherwise it’s very easy for me to sleep the day away.
I’m getting much better at getting a regular up-by-X-time sleep schedule, but still I have issues.
I like my sleep.
To give you an idea of what I do to myself to get up, and also what I can go back to sleep after, I illustrated this mornings’ waking.
Lexy has a system where she turns on my light a little while before she actually wants me to get up, which I’m thankful for, but today I had a little early wake-up call…
from my brain.
Anxiety over being late is usually what gets me up when I have things like work I absolutely have to go to during the day. If you know what I mean, you can laugh, and if you don’t know what I mean, do you at least know about those dreams you wake up gasping from? You shoot upright, chest tight, anxious… maybe from a dream where you’re falling?
Yeah, well, my brain does that to me with anxiety over being late.
Lexy then turned on my light, I hid from it for a while, and then she told me to get up… I did… and I am ashamed to admit it, but I basically got up, put on chapstick, and went back to my still warm bed.
I feel like I should tell you now that all of my clocks are set at slightly different times, mostly earlier than it actually is, like now where my watch says 11:18am, my phone says 11:15am, and I think my alarm clock upstairs is somewhere in the middle. I know that my watch, at least, is a few minutes ahead of the clock at my work so even when my watch says I’m a few minutes late I can reassure myself that I’m actually going to be exactly on time.
Maybe within the 5 minute grace time given for when you can clock in.
But I digress.
Shameful but comfortable me of this morning knew I had to get up sooner rather than later, but I could languish a little bit longer.
Then, wake-up-attack #3 (though I think of it as #2, really, as Lexy’s approach is less of an attack and more like a peaceful take-over) starts up.
I have multiple alarms set on my phone, and most of them with different songs so I can’t get used to one sound and tune it out, and this usually works.
The fumbling of trying to figure out how to snooze my new phone are done with, and now I know just where to swipe to snooze it, just how to flail to always reach it, and that alarm is silenced.
But there is still yet one more attack.
I’m going to pause here to say that I don’t think my alarm likes getting up any more than I do. The buttons are old and don’t really work that great–the snooze works fine, thank the gods, but if I want to change the hour I’m supposed to get up, instead of hitting it once, twice, 23x’s for earlier wake-ups, I have to keep on clicking at it until I find the right angle and the right pressure, otherwise it doesn’t change.
MY alarm is old, has room for a cassette tape, has stubborn buttons, and doesn’t like getting up any more than I do.
And also lets out a sound like the screams of the damned mixed with a fog horn.
Where my brain fails to scare me out of bed, my alarm always wins.
And that’s how I get up in the morning.
P.S. Lexy the walk went fine this morning, both dogs are passed out and slightly damp, but…
I went down to MC park and it was a slush field.
Still a good walk.
Calvin seems happy too 🙂