How I wish I was one of those ‘morning people’. Someone who springs out of bed at 06.00, does a full body workout, sings with the birds as I rustle up a 3 course breakfast, reads all the papers, and makes myself look a million dollars before leaving for work. The sad truth is that I get up about 07.40, put some cereal in a plastic bag, slap some foundation on my face and leave the house about 08.00 (ok, 08.05). I do my mascara in the car (don’t worry, the other half drives), wolf down my special k (or coco pops) at work, and promise myself I will exercise that evening. Unfortunately, said exercise does not happen often enough.
It’s fair to say I wasn’t born a morning person. My mother even used to call me sloth because I liked to hang out under the duvet for as long as possible. Even these days I stay up too late and when I do go to bed it takes me a while to get to sleep. So, come the morning, I like to spend some time with my best friend, the snooze button. Despite setting my alarm the night before, the temptation of snoozing in the morning is just too strong. The snooze button cannot exist without me pressing it. It’s like putting a bag of cool doritos in front of me and expecting me not to eat them. It Does Not Happen.
Imagine my dismay when I read this article earlier. I could be screwing up my whole day just because of my addiction to snoozing! Not ideal. The advice to battle ‘sleep inertia’ – the confused fuzzy feeling you get when your alarm has gone off for a second time – is ever so simple. Set your alarm for the time you actually need to get up, sack off the snooze button, and just get up. Easy, right? WRONG. I can almost guarantee that when I try this tomorrow it is going to feel like someone stole my last piece of chocolate orange and ate it in front of me. In other words, awful.
I guess only time will tell (no pun intended).