Today was one of those days...I was scheduled to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed by 9:00AM. Generally speaking, at 9:00AM, I am neither...mostly blurry-eyed and bushy-headed (bedhead). LOL
At any rate, I set my hateful alarm clock last night for Dawn's crack and proceeded to have great difficulty falling asleep...this is NOT unusual. My typical bedtime is anywhere from midnight to 3:00AM, so trying to force myself to sleep by 10:00PM just usually isn't in the cards. I am like a kid being put down for a nap...there's a lot of gnashing of teeth, begging for glasses of water, and generalized mayhem in my bedroom.
Almost always when I have to "force" sleep upon myself and know I have to get up at some ungodly hour when the rest of the world is percolating their coffee, I will wake up numerous times ALL NIGHT LONG and stare at the clock...I am always certain it must be time to get up or I have somehow overslept (and this IS typical for anyone who works evenings...just ask them). And somewhere around about an hour or so before I HAVE to get up (because I've already prematurely awakened), I am lulled back to sleep...a deep and restful sleep...only to be blasted out of bed by my alarm clock.
This morning was really no different, except I did manage to sleep somehow throughout most of the night (could it be all of the EXERCISE I have been doing when I am awake?!?) and I did NOT wake up at my typical hour before the alarm. Instead, I was jolted from a deep and dreamy sleep by the distant sound of what I thought must be a dump truck backing up.
In my fog, I realized it was the GD alarm clock...and in my fog, I also thought I had somehow mistakenly set the dayumed thing! I hit the clock with full force and "shut 'er down", falling back into my deep, relaxing sleep.
About 8:00AM (and 30 minutes before my bus would pass by my house), I suddenly awoke and remembered I had to go to work today! Forgetting my everyday routine of bed ballet to WALK from my lounging mattress to the bathroom, I stumbled out from the warmth of my covers and fell into my "john"...literally. I cranked on the shower, dove in, and proceeded to take the quickest bath I have ever performed...NASCAR could not have performed a tire change this quickly.
I threw food in the feisty feline's bowl, grabbed clothes I wouldn't need to iron, and flew out my door to stand and wait for the Metro bus...I managed to get to work 10 minutes early, snarf down some milk and a coffee cake chunk from Bartell's for breakfast, and tried to be "cheerful" throughout the day...I think everyone already knew the "cheeriness" was an act. LOL
I got home this evening and realized I had one black and one blue sock on...my personal "flag" for the day. I don't think that's too bad of a fashion "fox paw" considering I also had my shirt on backwards when I got to the bus and had to discreetly turn it around without the other bus patrons noticing! LOL
Or DID they?!?...