Today was a long one with an ugly start. At some point this morning, I was laying in bed, awake feeling pleased that my eyes were open before the alarm started up but reflecting that I felt remarkably rested for a woman who marked papers until midnight and drifted off some time after one. When my foggy morning brain realized there was no way I should feel rested on so little sleep, I sat straight up in bed, squinted at the alarm clock, and felt my stomach roll violently when I realized I was two minutes late.
Before you start thinking I’m a morning person who was up at 6:52 instead of 6:50, please be advised that by two minutes late, I mean that I was already two minutes past the time I needed to leave for work. To add to the entertainment, I also needed to be on time for an important meeting. Murphy’s Law knows where I live. Heck, it has a magazine subscription delivered here.
When a day starts with a frantic rush out the door wearing yesterday’s socks, immediately followed by a tense drive to school during which I tried unsuccessfully to smooth my crazy hair at the red lights, it’s hard to get things back on track. I’m not just talking about my hair.
It should be a criminal offense for an alarm clock company to produce a device on which the snooze button lives right next door to the off button.
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