Morning

Monday, October 22, 2007

I like quiet in the morning. Which of course had lead to the death of many alarm clocks in my possession. When I lived alone I got to the point where I would have to position the alarm clock across the room or I would:

A) Ignore the beeping alarm for a long period of time only to finally reach over, grab the alarm clock and violently hoist it across the room or

B) Somehow turn the stupid thing off completely in my sleep

Some days I was late for class or work. Other days I had a dented (or sometimes destroyed) alarm clock.

Luckily my wife takes care of waking me up in the morning now so I can proudly say I haven't harmed an alarm clock in over five years.

So yeah I am soooo not a morning person. I would rather growl than speak. And if you try to talk to me too much I may become violent.

Why knowing this do people insist on speaking to me before 9:00a.m.?

It's early; it's Monday; it's raining and I have pms. Hopefully, those around me will survive.

2 comments:

thewishfulwriter said...

Girl, I hear you.

I hate mornings and April does freakin' cartwheels out of bed at 6:30am.

This is what my alarm clock sounds like:

"Heather. Get up. Heather. Get up. Heather. Get up. Heather. Get up. Heather. Get up. Heather. Get up."

on and on and on it goes...

Jennifer said...

I'm even crankier because once she wakes me up she goes back to sleep until I'm done showering.

And while she doesn't cartwheel out of bed she is wide awake whereas I'm still stumbling around after my shower trying to figure out where something is (i.e. the brush, deodorant, the dresser...)