So much nicer than an alarm clock …

I enjoy my sleep, always have.  And truthfully, I’m one of those people who really prefers a gentle wakecat nose up call in the morning.  Alas, I’m a heavy sleeper, so I do set an alarm — the louder and more shrill the better.

Not for my psyche, or my nerves, but to ensure I hear it and, more importantly, can’t ignore it.  And I probably have some masochistic tendencies.  However …

As the mother of two four-legged babies, I am usually up before the alarm goes off, because at least one of my fabulous felines gets to me first.

And let me assure you, there is nothing as sweet as being awakened by a cold, wet nose pressed against your own Continue reading

Day 44. Wakey Wakey

I’m not a morning person.  Never have been, even as a child.  My poor mother could never get me to bed at night; and she could never get me up in the morning.  She tried everything.

She bought me an alarm clock that was so loud, you could have heard it down the street.  I’d shut it off and go back to sleep.  She’d stand in the doorway to my room, every fifteen minutes, and yell for me to get up.  I’d ask her to give me just a few more minutes.  She’d send the dog into my room so he’d bark and jump on my bed; and jump all over me.  I didn’t care.

The only thing that ever worked, was when she literally froze me out of the room.  She’d open the windows as far as they’d go.  And then she’d pull the sheet and blankets off me.  But of course, that only worked in the winter.

Once I’d moved out of my parents’ house, I had no one to force me out of bed.  So I had to devise my own solutions.  Crazy as this sounds, to this day, I set my watch fifteen minutes ahead.  So when it’s really 7:00 a.m., my watch says it’s 7:15.  Then I set my alarm fifteen minutes early, let’s say for 6:45.  But it’s really 6:30.  And, of course, I set the alarm to ring again, just in case I go back to sleep.  So I fool myself into thinking I’m late.

This gives me a half a half hour of coming-to-terms-with-the-world time.  Taking-my-sweet-time, time.  Ridiculous, I know, but it works.  Even after all these years. Continue reading