I am terrible at mornings. but especially awful on friday mornings. without fail, I snooze my alarm until it ultimately gives up on ever waking me up and just quits. which leaves me in quite the pickle. fingers crossed my “morning instincts” (that I don’t have) kick in or the cat knocks something over. that’s how I start each + every friday.
last friday was no different. actually it was worse. the sleeping conditions were at their prime; the window was cracked open, the fan was on, and the cat was quiet. I had clearly snoozed my alarm to the point of surrender. (although I will forever claim, it must not have gone off “because I would’ve heard it”). I woke startled.
clearly my morning instincts prefer I suffer, but won’t allow me to actually be late.
I instantly looked at the clock to see it was 7:35AM. having to be at work at 8, that was a problem. even more so, I live at least 20 minutes away. needless to say, the first words out of my mouth that day were not “happy friday, love” but rather a bit more foul. I made it to work at 8:03AM. only 3 minutes late, with no speeding ticket. a dang miracle in my book. I spent the next 12 minutes telling every single one of my coworkers of my said “miracle”. and crying for coffee, that I didn’t have time to make or get because I was so late ..
(let’s hope I can get it together this week).